In a white house
By the sea
With my love.
Seagulls cry with joy
Above
Goldeneye
In a ring;
Learned to fly, stretching wings.
I take his hand
Steady as waves crash;
There is no high,
There is no lash,
Of shame, or guilt, or disappointment;
There is peace,
There is warmth,
There is soothing content.
Far away from all I knew,
I found home in love
With you.