We start off in your bedroom where
The darkness hides our scars & insecurities
We strip each other of our clothes and proceed
To dance to the melody of the art of growing old

As lovely as love could ever be
I've never felt as peaceful as I felt
When you made love to me

We continued to slip out of our skin
A pile of bones intertwined & at rest
I haven't slept like this in months

This is fate dressed in his Sunday best
Sending me subtle signals to carry out your command
Softly now, love, whisper to me softly
Tell me what I've been waiting to hear;

I love you too, dear.