Should the barque of us go adrift

Let us berth to the harbor of us, my dear

Though the times and tides may shift

the miles marked together-a bridge to pier.

And if you’re too weary to climb ashore

I myself shall come and meet you at sea-

-be an island for you…Be a buoy for me!

Thus now and always and forevermore.

And if the flax ties that bind us come undone and loose

I shall weave with my own hand

the thorned, stinging nettle noose

and willingly the scaffold I’ll ascend.

To die and to come alive again!

again to love you and to love you more!

My fervor and faith shall never wane,

Oh, essence of my essence, core of my core!

I’ll be the anvil and I’ll be the fire

I’ll take the blows and never wail

the tempest rageth, the straits be dire-

-the barque of us will float, will sail.

And if my tomorrows start to rattle

I shall not, will not, ever bend.

I’ll jump with both feet into the battle

and fight for you till my tomorrows end.