In our release comes freedom to explore.
So, as our tearful pas de deux subsides
Do we lose ways to love each other more?

The artsinger at coda of her score
Exhales, her trebles rest, at last beside
Someone she's long sought freedom to explore.

In sultry shade on Serengeti's floor
A lion lounges, purposed by his pride,
He searches ways to guide, to love them more.

My hourly regret, my Sweet Adored.
Now his Adored? His Prize?  Why'd I provide
Him license, grant him freedom to explore?

You question, "Was I really such a bore?"
(no, never!) "Why was time and touch denied?"
"Is he away to love another more?"

I wake.  My smiling Juliet implores
"See, Love? The poison's false! You never died.
Release won't end our freedom to explore
The countless ways to love each other more."