Sitting here, under these rays of beautiful light
Delicious perfume seducing my senses
With my arms around you yet not wrapped too tight
My head lazily on your life breathing chest rests
Lips enchanting stories, words of pure delight
Your smooth tone and voice singing magical lyrics of old times
What is time, how does it count this moment?
When I know that this, now, when you and I lay here …
Has no equal in any measure, it can only be ever turned to adornment.