We gracefully stood in a place,
that was no longer what it used to be.
Resistance lead by close to me.
What you really know,
nibbles on your ear and kisses you slow.
Behind a whisper of a dream,
drifts a sweet melody.
Faint to my ears,
wistful years,
credible fears,
moon lit tears,
fade softly in a thought,
that contains the very things we've been taught
A quiet song,
rhymes with our story.
Fills the page that's yet complete.