Resting in your arms, is my every wish; my every dream,
My every thought, my everything.
Resting in your arms, are my tangled hair and their tangled scent;
And gently as you untangle them, are your fingers caressing all worries away.
And in between those tangled things, is the magic that your fingers play,
As they touch my every lock of hair, with their subtle dance of grace.

Resting in your arms, are my ears that hear your heart play,
The beats as my cheeks feel its pace;
As in my ears they lay, the rhythmic flow of music that repeats again
And yet again; like how my eyes reflect your face,
And how my breath chants your name and how the morning breeze
In the morning sun, chases my fears away.

Its in your arms my soul resides and in your arms this heart of mine
Finds comfort and the fairytale it has always wished to find.
And somewhere between my heart and mind,
A flame of passion unrealized
Buried and tattered finds the love
That binds your soul to mine.

It’s in your arms now, where I lay, the petals of memories where you stay
My heart, my soul, my body and mind;
And all desires as pure as the drops of first rain.
I am a dreamer and in your arms I rest, the dreams of sunsets and sunrise
I knit the stars to the night sky
A walk along sands at dusk and dinner by the moonlight…