In the gentle sway of our narrowboat, Where dreams and waters softly float, My well-padded love with a greying mane, Glasses perched, so wise, so plain. Years you chased, eighteen long, A steadfast heart where you belong. In search of thrills, you almost strayed, A tender pledge was nearly frayed. But here we are, on 1961, With Bengal girls who chase the sun, Lola and Luna, whispers of grace, We mend the moments, we find our place. For love’s not lost, just sometimes bends, In search of more, we find amends. A valentine to the soul I see, Beside you now where love should be.