Your smile sparks a fire,
If only I was so lucky,
To let fate pick me up,
And set me down to you,

The only embrace I need,
Are those wandering baby blues,
Though more often they may cry,
I will love you until they dry,
And frequently they are oceans,
But I will swim to your heart,

Never empty is your touch,
Full of fidelity and passion,
So sweet by the taste of your tongue,
I never wonder of my ignorance to love,

With those same lips that let you sing,
And these same lips that let me grin,
As one our lips create sin,
Never to reminisce on who we've been,
But who we are,
Together.