Those lonely minutes, close, but still apart,
Awaiting her, they seemed to last for years.
At long last now I hold her to my heart,
Though safe here, still she trembles with her fears.
And like the first keen taste of morning wine
The love she bears for me makes my blood race.
The love I bear for her, at the same time
Like wineglow, smoothes the pain marks from her face.
But oh, so soon it ends. "If we had luck,
Courage, time, determination, we could..."
The last, long kiss! She gets down from the truck
And walks, away from love, home as she should.
As she walks off so bravely, my heart aches.
I should be walking with her. Her heart breaks.