If they would ask me,
I’d write a secret summer track
About the way you move to slow jams;
Revolving soft like a vinyl spin,
Eyes have me lost,
like a strong glass of gin.

I’d pen the bridge in twilight ink,
How we met when the stars began to sink.
A moment too pretty to forget,
Laced in smoke and steamy silhouettes.

The secret’s simple and stitched in lace:
It’s just that I love you
Through all of space.
And when the world's ending light is discerned,
The galaxy will learn
How two phantoms loved and burned.