Fading, in and out, but together ,
each dreaming a lovers dream,
a wilting rose passed between,
to offer comfort.
reassurance, that's bliss!
Rolls off the tounge,
feeding the soul, giving water to the parched...
it's a fever now, growing,
as two become one,
oh the smiles to.smile
the talks to be had,
painting walls and creating a life,
a life within a life will follow,
and the song plays,
it cuts through the noise,
Two hands, only time will come between,
it is a beautiful melody,
but the last note bittersweet