Today we have love,
Wrapped in our hands,
Our sheets, and the desire
For pale blue coloured eyes.
Today we love, but of tomorrow?
Growing surely, Tomorrow
I will love you more.
The same pace of hours
Passing over; the same unchanging
Course of my affection.
To say I love you more today
Would mean I don’t love you tomorrow,
Which is not true.
With you, a day is never enough
To gauge what exists,
It is merely a chance for everyone
Else to live a day in our shoes.