Nothing is certain when we are apart.
Even the weather is unpredictable,
And the flame of my wanting of you flares like a lonely fire,
Amid an island empty of love.
And when I am with you everything feels fine.
Like being just where I want to be,
Everything I care to have,
Holding you close with little more than a true love in between.
So have me if you want,
Love me if you still do,
For the millions of wanting I predictably could list,
You are the only one for me.