My dear,  my dear you hold serenity on your lips
It radiates off your skin even when your not smiling
And your hair bristles with the breeze like cold branches on a tree
Never have I faced a soul as rhapsodic as yours
Never have I joined hands with ones as powerful as yours
Never have I looked into the eyes as mesmerizing as yours
You are my first, last and only glimpse of walking modern art
Like death you have me
You have me, forever and after
And the whiskey on a Saturday night doesn't satisfy me no more
Because you live deep inside my subconscious at 3 A.M.