My love is in the other room
And I am here online,
With choices that we each could make,
Just simple steps we each might take,
For which we might repine —
Temptations that weren’t known to those
Who lived in other times.
He only had one job,
Is what they’d say.
He told her that he’d love her, then
He gave that all away.
The choice is there,
It’s always there:
But there’s a price to pay —
For if the boundary is crossed,
Then something precious can be lost
And love lie broken
On a field of play.
My love, she’s in the other room,
She’s trusted me to hold her heart,
When we are home together, or apart —
To say the words, and make them stick,
To tend each other when we’re sick,
And prove love out by what I never