Guarded, we fell anyway,

“Please great river stop flowing”;

But our hearts they disobey,

Love we buried, still growing,

Make a country of-our-own,

In our our arms we find refuge,

Fingers trace your collarbone,

A fated kiss, love renews.

Although passion overwhelms,

Your heart sought no less ardent,

The hand of god at-the-helm,

To see your smile less guarded.