They lie warm together In the afterglow of torrid love Her head on his chest, he says "Sing me to sleep, my love" So she hums and croons A tune he does not recognize With soothing sounding words In a language he does not recognize "I love you," he murmurs as his eyes close "I know," she says smiling And so, as he sleeps She lies open-eyed Imagining a future he will not recognize