Like a concerto
Life goes on, like a concerto
Time we exploit,
Hours we have fun,
Tenderness of our duet,
From pause to silence,
Time of our quarter,
Our desires up and rumbling, Our sense fizzing and tuning,
Our caresses are arpeggio
To thrill in harmony,
Of a constant fire,
Our love is symphony.
Poem written by Michel Hilger
Opus 191