We keep on going
Each step we take to find each other
Is another step we have to make.
Each hour traveled in much persistence
Is another hour we have to walk.
I am certain that we are wrinkling
And that our strength is almost gone.
Yet we fear not looking forward
And do not contemplate the past.
Night and day, we walk not knowing
How and when we will arrive.
The wind flies by to grant us courage;
It whistles softly, “Almost there.”
There is a labyrinth between us
Of an infinite length, it seems.
Even then, we keep on going
For our love is much too great.