The Sweetest Symphony
Nestled beside you, there is no place I’d rather be,
Kissing beneath the canopy of stars and moonlight.
If I ever lost you, it would be the death of me.
The sight of you lifts my spirits and sets my troubles free.
As the majestic eagle spreads his wings, love takes flight.
Nestled beside you, there is no place I’d rather be.
Your voice affects me like sweet music from a symphony.
Your fingers on my skin make me tingle with delight.
If I ever lost you, it would be the death of me.
Passion washes over us like the warm, gentle sea.
Our love has a ripple effect, there is no end in sight.
Nestled beside you, there is no place I’d rather be.
When we are apart, I count the hours in misery.
I try, try again to make it through each lonely night.
If I ever lost you, it would be the death of me.
I pray that we will be together for an eternity.
These feelings we share are so rare, but oh so right.
Nestled beside you, there is no place I’d rather be.
If I ever lost you, it would be the death of me.
Colleen M. Breuning © 2010
January 9, 2010
