To be desired and held while even for a second
Is worth the wait. For as a child
When faces like the moon have crossed the sky
And older ladies never pass you by

The smile, the obligatory response
Elicits more and more than most.
But once the die that holds us has been cast
We know for sure it's never going to last.

Life is unsatisfactory and meant that way
Otherwise what's the point of striving night and day?
Gathering ye rosebuds though they be dead
Is equal almost to ending up in bed.

Passion will wane. Desire will go elsewhere.
Even those little moments you both share
Their intimacy's so easily lost in time
Though you both accept that everything will be fine.

Fish will spawn and breed and birds will fly
And pray, oh pray the insects never die.
We won't be here to gauge the ice and snow
But rest in quiet far, far, far below.