Wond'ring aloud

Wond'ring aloud -- how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset -- my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours as we start
both our hearts beating life into each other.
Wond'ring aloud -- will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving that makes you what you are.