Reflecting on this evenning past,
I do not care how long we'll last.
Sitting...standing, holding in both,
you in my arms.
My love. Betrothed.

Happiness
Joy
Love, no despair
I feel all these things
as my fingers run through your hair.

The smell of your skin; your trademark, your charm
it covers me now, I smell it on my arm.
I find it hard to say how I really
Feel,
For my mind is distracted,
By the way your hands
Feel...
interlaced in mine

Eyes sparkle, with some sort of grace
fitting in its rightful place
with your beauty divine

Trust me now, the pleasure is mine
Just to see your face would be fine...

But that I can hold near,
against my chest
That is why I'm here,
That is why we'll last...