Our changing moods leaf through my life
Like the wind sweeps through the pages of a book.
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by emotion
And need you with the desperation of a child;
At others I live with you a gentle and untroubled love story
A slice of human existence frozen in time.
Sometimes the plot twists and turns
And I wreathe from the pain of jealousy and hate;
At other times the rhythmic waves of passion
Soothe everything and carry us away.
And when you close yourself with care and sadness
I open your being with the gentleness of my caress;
And when I burst in flames of madness
You shelter my fire with the cup of your hands.
Sometimes I feel that our story is over,
That the plot has nowhere left to go
But all I need is the touch of your finger
To perceive infinity in the book we are writing each day.