It isn't just by accident a love like ours is born,
Oh no, it is by chemistry, divine.
The force that from the living earth gives fields of waving corn
Runs from your fingertips and into mine.
The knowing that you're there for me is life's most precious gift,
I know that I am rich beyond compare,
And from the harbour of your arms I'll never, never drift,
Through storm and tempest I shall still be there.
The secret of the love we share is hidden back in time,
A mystery that's whispered on the breeze.
No one could write it on a page, or set it down in rhyme,
A love far deeper than the deepest seas.
I know that time will draw cruel lines upon your loving face,
But time, nor care, nor pain can do no ill,
For love as strong as ours will last, and live to win the race,
And so, in death, we shall be lovers still.
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 1997
