Oh, don’t believe in fate, my dear,
And don’t believe in luck.
It’s not by chance that we are here,
But by our joyous pluck!
We came in view, we saw the truth
Of sparkling soul and mind;
Our thrill of will was still half youth
That we braved much to find.
For when Love’s cliff came into sight
I failed me not at all,
And you did laugh with laughter light
In catching my last fall!
You caught me, sweet, and l caught you;
Together we were one.
It is not chance that we now dance
As moon does dance with sun.