Not long have I been part of love’s voyage—
Young Sailor’s journey to a distant land;
Oh I’ve reached places and seen my mirage,
A Stranger who built me castles on sand:

Ample structures, yet falsely lingering
Upon which sand frail, they would always sink,
Upon which the Stranger kept on building
The castles which crumbled in an eye’s blink

But the time of the Stranger is long past
And now only me—I can  play my part,
Pillowed on her, while Spring snow’s falling fast,
Listening, to my sweet love’s tender heart.

Still gently nestled, longing for a kiss,
Frankly smiling, while in eternal bliss.