When the devil asked me what I would sell
If I was prepared to spend my endless days in hell
For just one day spent next to you
I told her yes, that wish was true
She seemed to scorn as she smiled
\'So tell me of it foolish child\'
I said I would do more than speak
I\'d paint a picture of what I seek
It would begin at the dawn of summer\'s solstice
A day when the hours would linger longest
I\'d meet you beneath the clock of stones
Where else but beneath our playground\'s throne?
The worshipers would grant us space
To hide amidst their special place
Our eyes would span and reach and see
The vision that was meant to be
A vision of beauty strong and true
Always there for us to view
Pens and paper and a flask of tea
A day of lover\'s poetry
And on this day you\'d take the lead
But then you always have, my every word begins your seed
And so at last renewed in light
Nevermore apart in anxious flight
And as I watched your eyes light up
I would know this was just enough
Enough for me to end my days
As the sun casts out her final rays
Knowing as you move in me
Mouthing each syllable. Slowly. Tenderly.
All these words, always yours
Open now forevermore
Hold me fast and tight and still
Feel my soul fulfil it\'s will
Watch me rise and fall in you
Do what only Spring can do
Hold me close until I pass
As sun sets and takes my breath. It\'s last.
Breathe me in as I fly away
Afterall we got one day