Today it has been two years.
All around is full with hearth-shaped things and
chocolates, butterflies are flying...
If they ask 'love' me now
I tell them what it is, cause I know its definition.
The place that loneliness used to have now being replaced.
Laughing and oh that skin...
My hands are pins and needles.
If they ask 'love' me now
I tell them what it is, cause I know its definition.
You are closing your eyes and so your lips touching my lips
At that moment, the seasons are changing in my house,
your soul is touching to my 'breathing space'
You gently fitted to my hearth, my perfect guest.
Time should sit and hush and not interfere, my perfect guest.
My perfect guest.