• The day moves slowly,
    as the world turns ever onward.
    I await the bliss of night,
    when you and I are once again one,
    time drags as I think of you.
    My Venus and my Muse,
    the mind wanders as time seems to stop,
    the world keeps moving even when we do not.
    As the day draws near to the end,
    my heart beats again.
    The sound of your breath in the night,
    will always make me feel alright.