Watching you is like watching the stars,
Wandering like a dove freely with purpose,
Perhaps it would be fun to visit mars.
But let us not be quick to propose;
Hand in hand we walk the day away,
Would I be lucky to meet you in time,
It would be bad to want you to stay,
Must be the day to find me a dime.
A nice chance would be at tango.
A table for two to dine at night.
With a hint of a sweet taste of mango.
With a small spot just for us with light.
With this love that lights a candle,
Continuously carved in the mantle.