We speak in poetry, we love in verse,
Thoughts spoken softly, never terse.
Tip-toeing gently ‘round each other’s heart,
Fully Honest and Open, playing no parts.
Little by Little, hearts open and bloom,
Slowly and surely, steadily making room…
Ghosts of the past try to scare and persuade,
Yet we move ever closer, sure and unafraid.
That Promised day soon will come due,
And I will get to Love, forever with You.