Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic.
But I trust the way I feel.
A sense of satisfaction,
A pair of lips that truly heal.

Maybe my mind is up in the heavens,
But I'm certain there I'll find,
That perhaps at once I knew you,
In a world long before time.

I kiss your hands which hold me,
I praise your brilliant mind,
I hope you still adore me,
I hope you remain kind.