So, darling, we give until only the wind
comes to our door asking for more,
'til only the grass reaches up to grab,
and 'til the sun shines down
creating our only gold to have and hold.

And, sweet heart, we love until until we can only receive
from any else but ourselves, and see,
see where it's from and what it's for,
cause this resource is only scarce in mind's darkness,
and lonely among fear's clinging mist.

Now, love, we wait for one another,
across the land, the sea, all the distance from you to me,
for what we have given will be returned, no
our selfless acts will not be spurned, for when you see me
and I, you; there is so much our love can do.