In lover's lusts we sit within
I with my ***** and you with your gin

We planned to sail around the world
You wanted a boy, I - a girl

Somewhere, somehow - we lost our way
Or perhaps, I was just scared of my feelings

For I had never met one who could
Make my heart beat so wildly

Or cause me to lose my words...
After all, I am a writer - no, poet
But a writer - yes

Words are my milieu but with you
With you - I lose my ability to express
What I feel and so I acquiesce

To something silly, ridiculous, really
Knowing all the while you were the Love of my Life.

I wanted you for my husband
I think you wanted me to be your wife.