You talked of love
We drank some wine
We compared notes
Experiences over time
"He hurt me here!"
"She took my soul…"
"I was unprepared."
"I was left in the cold."
"I remember when…"
"Was it like that for you?"
"First love, not best."
"First love is mad, its true"
We laughed, you cried
I wept then thought
This evening together
Will come to nought.
Over wine and cheese
We spoke of all
We had ever suffered
Before the fall
Then stopped and breathed
Wasn't it true?
We have the same pain
Me and you.
The bottle empty
The cheese forgotten
And in the silent night
We are wrapped in cotton
For the echoes of old
May still give light
As two dear strangers
Make love, all night.
