No great books have been dedicated to us
no songs have been written with us in mind
yet we are the essence of every thought of love
that ever was or ever will be.

No author could describe what we have
no lyricist could find the right words
to accompany the melody of love's mystery
that encapsulates us and guides us.

We travel the days with the all knowing wind
powerful, yet as silent as the deep of night
our course charted by the force
that brings two people together in perfect harmony.

No one could write rhetoric to do us justice
for they know not of what we know
have not been where we are
nor are they destined to be where we will go.

This deep mysterious reality that is us
belongs to us alone
and cannot be told by another
no poet nor lyricist knows what we know.

This is us and our world, our treasured destiny.
Yet somehow they manage to come close
with books that will outlive time
melodies that will ring throughout eternity
but the essence of us is not there... it is here.