softer than silk
more gentle than a kiss
slower than the sands of time
the light is fading
the air is warm
as poetry begins to rhyme

your lips so sweet
your kisses tender
eyes sparkling brilliant blue
softly you whisper
holding me close
as I slowly waltz with you

the orchestra plays
as the dance goes on
and around the floor we glide
until it is time
for the final movement
for the playing to subside

resting quietly
warm and happy
we cuddle and talk a while
and I know that I
could want nothing more
than I can see behind your smile