In the hideaway where the garden holds out the rush and panic of a too vast city
A cottage holds protection for love and its followers
In the twilight on the balcony as the candle flames dance in the wind
In the cosy warmth by the fire where words of poets sing of destiny
Lazy summer days where the sweltering heat leaves nothing to the imagination
Two become one and prod and kick and become two as they kiss
and fall to the beat of being in time together, both together.