It began in the dark,
When the shadows started to move,
The trees reached out their hands,
Of twisted wood and bark,
The sky swirled with patterns,
And my mind began to race,
This feeling of integration,
Felt like a gift from grace,
I looked at you,
You looked at me right back,
That smile that you wore,
Told me that you loved me,
And really made me need you,
So very much more.