Quiet nights of quiet stars
quiet chords from my guitar
floating on the silence
that surrounds us.
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
quiet walks by quiet streams
and a window that looks out
on the mountains and the sea,
oh how lovely
This is where I want to be
here with you so close to me
until the final flicker of life's ember.
I who was lost and lonely
believing life was only
a bitter tragic joke,
have found with you,
the meaning of existence,
oh my love
Woven Hand
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