Sitting in the moonlight under the showers of silver sheets,
Was trying to recall the moments on the mode called "repeat".
I was wondering if I could make it happen again and again,
Living the same life and dancing under the showers of rain.
Holding your hands undoubtedly makes me feel alive,
Even in your absence, i can feel your warmth and assume that yes indeed you are mine .
The sheets,the pillows, the body, they all have some stories to tell,
Your touch , your kiss, your breath and the aura you create is actually some kind of a magical spell .