A poet once said that
There's no such thing as a great happiness
Just a series of magic moments
That together just might sustain us
Through the fear and the darkness
Like fireflies with their glowing amber
They light our way through the woods and caverns
They guide us home with their tiny lanterns
Summer morning with its magical depression
I watch you sleep in my faded t-shirt
Your skin, your arms and your dark complexion
I hear the train and the foghorns
The Baltic sea and the wheels of commerce (?)
A paradise in a small apartment
Just you and me and the love between us