Quite hits my ears and I drift into these blankets.

Your face a creation of words dancing through my heart.

This way was the way to see your inside beauty before the outside.

The path to Saturday seems to wind its way around the hours and minutes till we speak again.

Your memories my treasures your life my inspiration.

Happiness is your wish, you have met that wish already.

Sweet bliss to wait for on this starry night.

Candles to light the enchantment and the water to reflection of a far away moonlight.

Dancing with our arms holding on tight.