Like Dew And The Mist Of A Morning
You Slowly Engulf My Very Existence.

In A Moments' Notice, I Realize How
Being Far From You,
Still Being Close Since
Your Fragrance Lingers In Me
Like Intoxicating Flowers,
Drowning My Every Senses.

Perhaps,
Dreams Would Be Empty,
Perhaps
Music Would Have No Sound
Perhaps,
Laughter Would Have No Joy,
Perhaps,
If I Did Not Love You,
You Would Not
Be The Core Of My Very Existence.

To Walk In The Clouds,
To Fly Through
The Air And To The Highest Peak Are
Of No Comparison To Being Loved By You.

To Look Into Your Eyes Is To Begin To
Live Again.
To Describe Being With You Would Take
But 'Til The End Of Time And Beyond.