It’s late again and only a candle lights your room.

I’m far from where I should be but with you I’m beginning to make the right choices.

This room is filled with passion and trust. Your head is understanding and your heart is warm.

I’ll tell you things that I’m ashamed of and share with your ears embarrassing stories. Your laugh is brilliant and your smile marvelous.

Now I’m lost between words.

I’ve become myself in this room, free of any worry or anxiety. My problems lie with my jacket on your floor.

Music plays I can hear you faintly singing every word. This is my favorite song.