Night...
A time to love and to be loved
Yes, it is dark and silent
Scared?
No way when he is near
Cold?
Will his warmth let it touch me
Hatred?
Impossible with his love around me
Lonely?
Sin to say when his bewitching eyes keep me engaged

What's inevitable is his dulcet kiss
What's undeniable is his lovely touch
what's intimidating is his absence
But to think about it is nonsense
What's dark is his silence
What's mine is his soul
What's his is mine
What's ours is this night
To love and to be loved....