There was a time not long ago when I
Had neither life nor love apart from you.
All you said was absolutely true,
Nor could I see myself save through your eyes.
Kids have a sense of life, but don't know why:
Your love alone gave my world its hue.
Of all the things that touched me, there were few
Untouched by your bright song or inner cry.
My luck, then, to be so finely loved.
Of you my world was sculpted, light and free.
The graceful architecture of your heart
Had its twin whichever way I moved.
Even now, though we have lived apart,
Recalling your love makes me glad to be.
