We disagree to disagree, we divide, we differ;
Yet each night as I lie in bed
beside you
And you are faraway curled up in sleep
I array the moonlit
ceiling with a mosaic of question-marks;
How was it I was so lucky to have ever
met you?
I am no brave pagan proud of my mortality
Yet gladly on this
changeling earth I should live for ever
If it were with you, my sleeping
friend.
I have my troubles, and I shall always have them
But I would rather
live with you for ever
Than exhange my troubles for a changeless kingdom.
But I do not put you on a pedestal or throne;
You must have your faults but I do
not see them.
If it were with you, I should live for ever.
