A willow speaks my name,
I hear it's whisper aloud,
Yet it's not quite the same,
As the time we walked along,
A meadowy lake lane,
When the moon glittered on,
The starlit pond nearby,
As we will move on,
Singing a lullaby.
Where on this earth are we,
Do we belong here with them,
Or should we be set free,
A match made in paradise,
Two complementing souls,
Standing side by side,
Not even cupid himself,
Could have forseen this.
We love until the night grows old,
Or until the morning grows young,
Watching the sun set,
And rise once again at dawn,
As I hold your hand in mine,
And mine held tightly in yours,
Our warmth keeps us alive,
And eternal is our grasp.