Woman,

Tranquilly laboring at all love′s cultivation

I do believeI am fortunate to have met you

Woman,

How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains

But I do believe

It is our fate to reside here

Away from the mountains of youth and safety

In a fragile meadow

(We build our home)

Woman,

I see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped

I do believe

You are my companion and lover

Through our rains and wintry phases

I have come to love you for you