we made love

in morning watching

sunrise we made

love on this

wooden floor long

into night hope

and dreams lived

in our hearts

now we live

apart with nothing

to hold but

many memories darling

this body burns

like fire we

won that war

but grew apart

losing each other

to these raging

waters darling runaway

as fast as

you can great

works of art

teach us to

abide by our

own spontaneous impression

with good humoured

inflexibility then most

when whole cry

of voices is

on other side

live what you

feel else tomorrow

stranger will say

with masterly good

sense what we

have precisely thought

and felt all

time and we

will be forced

to take back

with shame our

own opinion from

another