In this sedate gaze we share tonight,  

With a fretful heart I await what would betide.

Intoxicated senses, like a ritual I've always known,

First steps; the feeling of lastly coming home.

With every sigh your hands find their way around mine

Cruelest, sweetest dear, let thy arrow and my heart align.

Now bewitched, I color my rapture with only your cologne.

Blood of mine, spilled upon this night; all mistakes I'll atone