Here I sit by your side,
While I feel your hands soft on my skin,
I feel your soft lips against mine and
I look into your bottomless eyes,
Where only you know what exists.
The dark blue sea dominates our sight
From the Bench under the willow.
I look at the sea and then at you,
And I let my hands glide into yours.
You whisper your sweet words in to my ears,
And make my daubs melt away.
I look at you and know that this is right.
Yes, I sad, when you asked me to take me home.
We walked hand in hand as we followed the road.
I looked at you and asked you silently,
When we were going to meet again,
But you simply smile at me and then I knew the answer,
Because when we go apart at my front door,
Is it just to meet again in sweet dreams.