You enter this half dream full stride,
The fog twirls the trims of your flowing white dress,
You took my hand and I took yours,
I lifted you on high to see the heavens,
My eyes have fallen so dark of late,
Yet the gentle sensation of your lips,
I can see the years of my life,
Stretched in music notes across your skin,
The orchestra of our movements consumes my heart,
Life like liquid love a motion swift and cool,
Flames soar by the beauty of your soul,