Your love must be an ocean and a stream, A song and silence, pilgrimage and end. It will change as will and passion bend, Yet, changeless, be what life can only seem. Love remains the night beyond the dream, The choice that cannot choose but reason rend, The fact that makes a fortune of a friend And will the travesties of time redeem. So flow with pleasure down the mountainside Through years and years of paradise and pain, Choosing as you change to stay combined. For there is something underneath the ride That you need only turn to, to attain, A grace so beautiful it stops the wind.