In the stillness of the night
When all our woes are tucked in tight
Your breath is warm upon my face
You have become my sacred place

I trace the curves of you body with my hand
You turn up my chin and softly demand
A pure and simple honeyed kiss
I find goosebumps, I find bliss

How many angels up above
Look down, and wish that they were us?

I long to speak but all I can say
Is that I love you and your name

As you lips find this time my forehead,
Each of my eyes and then my neck
Finally landing on my smile
Lingering for just a while–

For a moment all is right,
All of my woes are tucked in tight,
I hear your happy, quiet sigh
In the stillness of the night.