O Love, the quiet sense of you is here,

Not where you are but here, inside of me.

I’ve taken you away from where you are

And flown you over mountains, over sea,

And hold you, hold you tightly in my heart,

So that we’ll never, never be apart.

Then in the future, though it be some while,

I’ll bring you back to you, and you will smile

To see yourself inside the eyes of me,

To feel my arms give, and take you, too,

These lips of mine the very lips of you,

Our spirits blended in the selves we see.

The wonder of this world is not up high,

But in the deepest sense of you and I.