Lying staring at the anchoring ceiling rafter,
Reminiscing about last night and savoring this morning after,
You still sound asleep,
I beaming from cheek to cheek,
Every time we lie,
I know it's not a fabrication of love or a figment of my mind's eye.
Our orchestrated notes, rifts and melodic climbs,
Makes it feels like we are together for the first time.

The two of us being harmoniously entwined,
You are mine and I am thine,
Moving in three forth time,
Our bodies in tune at a slow tempo, and reliving some magical musical rhyme,...