If I were asked the day,
I could tell you the day.

If I were asked the hour,
I could tell you that, too.

If I were asked the minute,
I could paint it for you with words.

If I were asked the second,
I could draw you to it and you would never want to leave.

I choose one moment, though,
of bliss that will last me forever.

For, if you never uttered my name again,
I would always feel your hands on my eyes.

For, if you were to walk out of my life,
I would always remember the fire flies.