new lovers they are beautiful
but ah they have a past
and once discussed, inevitably
they break up or they last
I found a one to trustly keep
oh god must love me so
to ever make us drifters meet
and recognize and know
the past is past it isn’t ours
and future we have none
in present though remain aware
in moments we become... ourselves
bare, eager, lucid human beings
starstruck
we gaze at life
of mortal body, mind and heart
but in eternal bliss
we share another moment
and immortalize
and kiss
