We walk a secret path today,
in the moment of our quiet intimacy.
Not knowing where this trail will lead,
nor grasping when it ends.
We share our private thoughts today,
trusting they'll do no harm.
Along this path we stop to share
inner feelings, deep desires.
We walk today this special route,
and each reach out for the other.
Hands and hearts together now,
Someday the path we walk today
will narrow so only one
must walk alone in silence
with the memories of what had been.
Collected memories in my mind,
a mental scrapbook for me to carry
if I must take the narrow path
and carry only the traces of your being.