When the room is totally dark
He comes to me, he sings for me
Only me...
Those soulful eyes begin so shy
But as the music mounts and churns
His eyes ignite and burn
And I can only yearn...
I want him so.
When the room is totally dark
I feel his touch, his breath, his heart
Pounding against mine
(Or is that mine?)
Percussion to the music he sends from the spheres
To my eager ears
And I can only burn...
I need him so.
When the room is totally dark
He speaks to me, so soft and low
A gentle murmur, then a sigh
Reminding me - love never dies
And angels come in many forms
If only hearts are open
And I can only learn...
I love him so.
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