T.I.E.

That day on that bench is when it all began,

What a lovely Spring day it was,

Your face so perfectly sound,

My heart beating for you,

I drift to that day oft,

The wind was blowing just swiftly,

We could feel her fingertips touch our cheeks,

Our place, that holy place,

That place that knows us so well,

Us and our love,

I love you,

Three words and three letters,

Each with such an intense meaning,

T.I.E.

But only you and I know,

I hold it dear in my heart,

As I hold you my love,

You are apart from me now,

Yet closer than ever,

Hold on to Hope you say,

Our Hope of love,

I'll hold on dearest,

If you hold on to my hand too