my twin revolving heart

My darling, I fell
sleeping on the couch
as you went walking,
while motorcycles were weaving
spring sunshine
down smiling Stockholm streets.

Would I not smile
were I not beneath
your treading feet ?
would I not feel
eternity,
between the pleasures
of your footfalls
softly falling ?

As automobiles glide
along these cobbled causeways,
our planets wheel above
as  should I,
always turn
to you,
my twin revolving heart.