The thought of holding hands with you–
Oh, what an earthquake thing to do!
The earth is me, and I shake through,
My tremors joy, my joy is you!

The thought of “kiss your lips” so sweet—
A monsoon grabs me, lifts my feet,
And throws me, laughing, in the air;
I spin, I’m dizzy—oh, so rare!

The thought of stepping side by side—
The peace of love is my true bride,
As our two bodies swing along
And we are happy, steady, strong.

Earthquake, monsoon, joy and peace,
Unceasingly for us increase,
And all is stormy, quiet, sure,
As long as love in us is pure.