Wond'ring aloud -- 

how we feel today. 

Last night sipped the sunset -- 

my hands in her hair. 

We are our own saviours 

as we start both our hearts beating life 

into each other. 

Wond'ring aloud -- 

will the years treat us well. 

As she floats in the kitchen, 

I'm tasting the smell 

of toast as the butter runs. 

and I shake my head. 

And it's only the giving 

that makes you what you are.