The memory of this moment,
As I look upon your face,
As you look up to me,
Your head resting on the squabs;
The sun shine between the blinds,
And birds sing morning's song,
Will stay with me until
My heart no longer throbs.
I know you are the one,
My only everything.
All I could ever want to hold
Is here, in my embrace.
I feel the tide is turning
In favor of morning's song,
As I gaze into your eyes,
And passion is in it's place.
There is no unworthy burdon
You bring to my door.
No echoes of regret.
I need for nothing more.
The errand of my heart
Is to give into your light,
To give you all I am.
You are my paradise.
I wanted to write a song of love without actually using the word love, because "love is a word that some entertain..."
