Before the night is through,
I will walk to you,
I will be your moon
And you will be my sun.

Before the night is through,
I will walk to you,
Your words dance on my tongue,
Never to be undone.

A mountain pass,
When my eyes meet yours,
The deepest ocean
Is where her beauty be.

Her lips a sacred touch
Akin to myrrh.
The taste is timeless
A work of art is her.