I hold her and she holds me,

It's something ecstatic, 

But I wouldn't call it glee,

It's a feeling of contentment, 

Mixed up with delight,

Like a joyful reflection, 

When I hold her tight.

 

I forget and I remember,

I lose track of my mind,

But it has nowhere to be,

It has nothing to find,

It's here, I'm here,

In this embrace, 

And I wouldn't want to be, 

In any other place.