It always seems to be raining
Where the light fades
From the edge of time
You love the passing hours
That makes us tender once more.
Scarcely a whisper
As you started to breathe more deeply
Your arms warm and welcoming
You sleep in peace
As each star dances across the sky.
Always and forever
From the pages of love
Moments of passion meant to clasp
Will be taken from the book
And written into the things we are.