Our prose

You sneaked into my life
Florence, and I’m so happy,
Like the moon in my sky
You are part of my essential.

I sneaked into your life
As I was lost in Syldavia.

Surreptitiously, easily,
Love crouched inside our hearts.

Our two worlds, so different
Our minds a little wandering
Life is not always so bright
But may love be our prose.