It was the odd hours of a night when the phone rang with an awaited call.
I honestly thought I ran out of ways to love, thought I did it all.
Surely it was that odd point of time.
O'how my desires of holding you tightly were so real. Darling be Mine.

The stars lit up the dark skys and I mistook them to light up your beautiful face.
The phone rang and I immediately knew it was you. I held it with full embrace.
Once that sweet voice spoke, my heart's rythme escalated quickly to a new beat,
O'how that felt so taunting to me,  you had my love for you run down from the tip of my head down to my feet.

And I don't dream to change what has become to be,
Though there were many out there to be found by you, you found me.
After that I was granted the opportunity to fall deep in love with you till I reached the deeps of the Pacific Ocean.
Though I was not born to dance, my heart moved to your movement and every motion.

Love can't be measured by the ends of the short based millimetre ruler.
For that could only be an atom of that measurement. Yet to fill an endless jug, to make it fuller.

And you fill me up with something else, I fully not yet understand,
Still it matters not to me, for that one phone call is all I needed , all that I really had.

Let it ring a thousand times more.
Ring, ring, ring.