You taught me “Us;” I love to say the word
I think of “Us” more often than of me
I still remember “Us” the day I heard
Your voice proclaim that “Us” was more than we
The “Us” of me and you is not the sum
of individuals who chance to meet
Our “Us” is more than present when we come
There’s you and me together, loving sweet
We procreate, produce our daughter, “Hope.”
Sweet Hope is Us as well, our Hope is more
than simply overcoming pain to cope.
With you and me and “Us” we will explore
Our life, our Hope we’ll never, ever lack;
Our Hope will guide us out and guide us back.