Like ties unwound,

a clear line.

Sun blooming on the found,

so the edge will shine.

Each edge our own,

these hearts to be shown.

Moon beaming on the end,

so we grow and depend.

Such clarity remained,

and the horizon belongs.

Hope unchained,

release among the throngs.

Here we stand,

hand in strong hand.

At the end edge of our future,

Let us not be unsure.

...

I love you Baby