There were those who never found love, my darling,
Who opposed our union and pronounced every evil wish,
One after another – upon us.
But O my, we would laugh.
It all adds up to the madness of love.
The smile in your face wakes me
From life’s terrible nightmares.
Your voice and touch, so gentle but electrifying.
We would hold each other tight – laughter and whispers.
In the morning we will sit by the sea – half nude.
And watch the passing flock of swans across the yellow glowing sun.
We would drink cheap wine to celebrate our new found love.
Those who are still sane and therefore single,
They will be consumed by their narcissism.
Love puts a check on self-love.