I once wished to end together, I wanted you so close and dear, I wanted you like bees in heather, How curious, strange to end familiars.
We grew in fondness, each landed eye, O seasons turned through sun and chill, Grew up together, teased and pried, In the village schoolyards upon a hill.
And lately I have come to love you, Greatly I have felt youths quickening, Wishing for us to start as lovers true, But playgrounds promise no beginnings.