At the potter's village we met,
the dawn was only breaking, ominous,
young we were, how exciting a time it was,
shadows never made us frightened,
I made her, the way what she thinks she is,
in turn she made me the way I wanted myself,
there were no original or model, we both were
creations of each other, isn't that unique!
when we left each other, with our hearts  still smiling,
no one could, believe our words
they searched for the mark of tears.on our cheeks,
Standing on the river bank, we embraced the last time,
then, on our ways we went,
we didn't regret a bit, in a boat
called love we further sailed.