As old as life sometimes seems

It truly is the stuff of dreams

Despite moments taken aback

It’s not imagination that we lack

Still, despite all of our imagination

Nothing quite touches fascination

Like the new feeling of life born

Two fawns upon a winter’s morn

These are the things most true

Like the love between me and you

And all the love making the world spin

Making us reach once more and again

There is nothing dearer than life made new

But, then again, this you already knew