Darling, do you remember the night we met?
Those dimly lit bars were filled with the notes of unknown country songs faded in the background.
Black Russians and margaritas moved our shy glances and a couple of dances later I knew it was helpless to fight the feeling,
the feeling of bliss you poured over me.
Beloved, am I making any sense?
Do you understand what I’m trying to say?
It’s hard for me to express just what you mean to me.
You’re not simply home to me.
You’re the moonlight illuminating on a warm summer night; the very breath of fresh air that saved me from asphyxiating.
Baby, I have a lifetime ahead by your side to tell you,
and even so,
I find it hard to believe I could ever put into words
to tell you just what you mean to me.