In vibrato my breath dances,
As I feel your pianissimo kiss.
There’s no moment more perfect than this,
My heart, your harp,
Your soul, my mandolin,
And our lips play the strings.

And, as my fingers strum your skin,
This is where our song begins

Every inch of you is a beautiful song;
Every measure, a new chorus:
Melodic, dramatic perfection.
Lost in the orchestra of affection
My lips simply sing along
To this song that is just for us.
And the harmony is you.
And the harmony is you.

You know my every chord,
Every word of my every stanza,
You look at me, and my soul dances
To the beat of your touch.
Let’s tear the sheet up,
And get lost in our own concerto

And you change me from within.
This is where our song begins

This love in our hearts will know no end,
It will never require a requiem.