'L' is for that laughter you share, when you hold each other and smell her hair. For when she snorts as you pull a face, or for when you finally break the embrace.
'O' is the sound that she makes, when you hand her a present for being too late. For when she knows that she has found her mate, despite the high infant mortality rate.
'V' is for the victory dance that you perform under her trance. Beneath the covers, she whispers in your ear, you have crossed the final frontier.
'E' is for the end of days, when your collective memory is just a haze. You hold each others hands with deepened grace, and wait for the train to the imaginary place