If, I were to find you
a different place
a different time
I, would still be certain
that your hand belongs in mine.

Though if I found myself
and could speak
of winds to come,
I'd back away
to distant space
and never meet my love

for whichever current guides,
or whatever whisper's heard,
it brought me near
far from fear
straight to your backyard

I once was poor
not knowing love
drunk on living free
your eyes found mine
our souls entwined:
I now know how to be.