for F. and C.
There is a truth the heart already knows:
At times, one heart in different body meets,
cries out in joy as it the other greets.
And as the dating dance, so formal, goes,
these hearts care not for proper, outward shows.
Free from doubt, though cautious head entreats,
two hearts apart are forming common beats.
Rejoicing in the love inside, that grows.
There is no time, when two hearts beat as one.
A second is a year, a year a day.
No choices to be made, decisions done,
for what is left, when each to each may say:
"You are my light, my life, my soul, my sun.
I am your heart. With you I'll stay"
