We do it for love
and memories thereof
when I held your hand
in the forest in June,
or we lay on the mountain
alone with the stars
and the feel of the grass
and your eyes by the moon.

We do it for love,
a limitless hope
that can stare into darkness
and only see light.
The peace in the silence,
an unspoken connection
that holds us and binds us
reaches out through the night.