THE PARADOX OF LOVE

 I know you loved me today

But we're moving away

Both to some distant place

...

Losing's really no disgrace

We'll find another place

And you'll see my face

As your own

You really are my home

And I am your paradise

And when I look into your eyes

I see your face as mine

You know I loved you today

But now you've gone away

I'll still love you tomorrow

So feel no sorrow

We both must find our home

So now we have to roam

In the shadows

With trains passing

We have our Paradise

We both lived it alive

With gold in our bookshelves

And God in your eyes

And so you live across the sea

5,000 miles from me

It's the paradox of love

That I love you anyway.

W.G. Milne