At first we lived in sunlight, hand in hand, Lost in the ease of passion’s early glow; Each touch a promise neither could withstand, Each day a warmth we never wished to slow. {Instrumental} But then small faults crept in, as faults will do: A habit here, a silence there, a strain; We held our tongues, uncertain what was true, Afraid that honest words might tighten pain. {Instrumental} At last the quiet cracked, and tempers flared, The tenderness we’d known fell out of tune; We drifted, hurt, then loosened what we shared, And love unspooled itself too late, too soon. {Instrumental} And now we wonder, in the afterglow, If speaking sooner might have steadied love.
