Reality awakens in my heart,
and memories from long ago arise,
now battles cause my dreams to fall apart
and fantasy then crawls away and dies.
The one who should be near is far away,
and you, who dominate my thoughts at night,
are lying with me in a quiet day
and gripping hands, once strong, with all your might.
You lead me from the bed of gentle love,
as we recall the passions one time known:
you raise my head to your warm breast above
and here our story might be left alone.
Will those who know us wonder what you gave --
and with your gift which one of us you save?