It may not always be like thisnI hate to be such a realistnBut if someday your lips should touch another’snAnd I should come between two star-crossed loversnIf someday your strong but tender fingersnShould close around the heart of some rose-bringernAs they grow tight around mine stillnThen grant me this one thingnThis one small thingnnIt may not always be like thisnI hate to be such a realistnBut if someday you should lay your silky hairnOn his smiling face in that silence that we sharenIf you should hear the same bewildered wordsnThat spill out in an incoherent blurnFrom the exposed and helpless soulnThen grant me this one thingnThis one small thingnnLet me knownJust let me knownYou who own my heartnIf we must be apartnLet me knownJust let me knownSend a little wordnWhen you know for surenLet me knownnSo I can go to him and take his handsnAnd cut the anchor freenLook into his eyes and sayn“Accept all happiness from me”nThen at last I’ll turn my facenTo see the dying daynAnd hear a single bird’s faint songnFrom somewhere far awaynSo far away