We are busy people, you and I. 

To accomplish what we do, 

we have to stave offal distractions and give up 

many special pleasure for the world we do. 
but our love is always there. true constant.

 sure success or failure will
hardly touch me if our venture falls apart at the seams.
you will be there.
 

together.....the most beautiful word in the language of love.
 

When two people love each other, they don't look
at each other, they look in the same direction.
 

Love endures only when the lovers love many
things together and not merely each other.
 

Whenever I've needed someone to share my joy, 

or someone to hold me when
my world rips to pieces, you're there.
and I know you will be--tomorrow, always.
 

To lie with you under a ceiling bright with shifting water 
shadows--that's good. to drowse in 

flowers-scented darkness--that's
good. but best of all is rain-drumming, 
roaring, gushing from the guttering-
and we two warm and dry and safe together,
in each other's arms.
 

All that I loves loses half its pleasure
if you are not thee to share it.
 

to get the full value of joy you must
have someone to divide it with.
 

Its nice for me to be me,
It's nice for you to be you,
but It's best for you us to be us.
 

Those days of freedom can be anywhere. 

long silver beaches.
tangled alleyways. temples against they 

skyline.. churches resonant with song. 

Merry go round. coral reefs A rambling pension in 
province. but a ways at the heart of them a quiet room, 
high ceiling, bright with sunlight, 
a great white bed. And you.
 

Until you're a hundred,
Until I'm ninety-nice,
Together
Until white hair grows