“In the dawn, or the daylight, the twilight or night,
when the cold days of winter close in tight.
Shadows of ice, cover of snow, creation, elation - it flows.
It swells to the river and then to the sea,
and comes back to cover you and me.
In the last dark of winter, in the first light of spring,
in the eyes of Forever's Queen and King.
One atom different, two of one thing,
and I can't get enough back of the joy you bring.
Love is impatient, through eons it's true,
there's not enough forever to get enough of you.”
―
Kenneth Nichols Fecteau,
THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS NEVER IN FOREVER
