Our legacy

Those nostalgic streets and that pavement stones

Will they remember my love, my love?

Those desperate prayers and that miracle we experienced

Will they remember my moments of truth?

Those red bricks and that wet cement made of my sweat

Will they remember my home?

Those fiery poems and that short love story

Will they remember my muse?

Those books and their pages

Will they remember my devotional hands?

Those eyes and that lip

Will they remember my first French kiss?

Those bra hooks and that braided hair

Will they remember me undressing you?

Those carefree days and that sensual night

Will they remember your muffled moans?

Those simmering summers and that fateful winter

Will they remember your season of sadness?

Those years to come and children unborn

Will they remember our alphabet of love, my legend?