Let’s go back to the root,
Where our fruit of affection sprouted,
With a river of water,
To wet it daily,
So it’d not die again.

Let’s go back in time,
To the street where we first shared a kiss,
With a bucket of recollection,
To hold it permanently,
So the memory wouldn’t wither.

Let’s go back to the gate,
Which we forced open to dwell in its heart,
With the locks of our hearts,
To seal it permanently upon ourselves,
So the strangers don’t get to crow.

Let’s go back to the road,
Where our journey first began,
With a packet of matured steps,
To walk it perfectly,
So we don’t get to separate ever again.