We, who managed to make something successful from unpromising materials.
We, who were always tender and converted the mundane into sublime, with a single touch that rocked the cradles of our existence together.
We were positively aglow, delighted with this thing which we had managed for ourselves, exchanging frank looks in front of the world.
We were gentle, respectful, deferential, doing little but building the richness of this indulgence.
We both felt the rising tide of lust but it was undermined by slow, solid affection: a trustworthy bond, durable and genuine.
We did little--- kiss, hold one another, but imagine,if you will, the richness of this indulgence.
We were happy, happy enough, but we always found ourselves uttering a spontaneous prayer that went simply : Let us persevere. It was as if a rushing river had routed itself, which was pervaded now by a freshwater scent and the awareness of something lavish,scenic, and breathtaking always moving in the periphery.