Our love survives the roaring noise of life
The pounding of the waves on the rocks
It is stronger;
The bright glare of life\'s lights
And the never-ending night
It is longer;
The guessing game of tomorrow
The decisions, which way to go
It is clearer;
The travelling to far-off lands
Forever away from home
It is nearer;
The endless words and discourse
The empty phrases and platitudes
It is unspoken;
The binds and ropes that fray
The hands that wave goodbye
It is never broken;
The days that come and go
The breezes that blow through
It watches in it\'s armchair;
The suns that rise and set
The moons that wax and wane
It is forever there.