She sings, a soft voice in my night
Dancing in dreams of lucid light.
Silk white elegance in air,
She is all to me debonaire.
An August rose full in bloom.
She is the mist of sweet perfume.
She is satin, she is lace.
She is an angel, she is grace,
She is a smile across my eyes.
A heavenly kiss on crystal skies.
She is laughter in a thunderstorm,
A gentle touch that keeps me warm.
She is hope, she is need.
All for which my soul may bleed.
A wisp of Time's endless endeavor,
She is love, she is forever.