the greater part of us is in our heart,
and it is said the heart is such a spring
that draws us close – or pushes us apart;

stretched tight to span an ocean, heartbeats sing,
(your memories will take you back to me
like voices through a tautly spun silk string)

and in the night your dreams will let you see
the happiness that is because of you –
a blooming Spring that sweeps me out to sea –

the cold despair of distance births anew
a lasting hope that springs to seize a heart
and guide it home where love is waiting true.