At dawn we played at love, sly smiles and heated glances, butterfly touches on my arm, a thousand possibilities.
In the morning we laid in love, wrapped in hot kisses and whispered words, a thousand silent candles our only witness as we rode the waves.
As the sun reached its zenith we declared our love, and our future lay before us with fair wind and full sail.
In the early afternoon we multiplied our love, but it scattered to the winds. The storm almost broke us.
In the later afternoon, we gathered up our love, patched and made new, then set sail again, wiser.
In the twilight we made our love a safe harbour, when our strength was almost gone.
And in the evening we prepared our love to go where we must follow, when sunset comes.
Now only I remain in lonely night.
But still our love has always been my light.