In younger days I would try to bend
My nature to a uniform blend,
And thus try to get
From a certain set
A companion, a soul mate a friend.
But soon was I bound to discover,
And incessant drive for a lover.
Friends I’d pass by
My pleasure to ply
A companion, a sensual lover
Still emptiness cut like a knife
In the stillness and lack in my life,
But luck was so kind, for you were my find.
You are my friend, my lover, my wife.