To be loved by you means waking up to a shoulder squeeze or a back rub.

Accompanied with the rising sun, a murmur slips from your lips, "I love you."

To be loved by you means finding hidden treats and gems scattered around our second-floor living. We call her home.

I drink Stardust with Amano finishings hanging from my earlobes.

I stroll into the Temple with all my Ro-s,

I See The Light of Sweet Lilac beaming through open windows shaped like all your past shadows.

I see them; I see you.

To be loved by you means embracing the unpredictable.

It's sometimes dark.

It's something bright.

I Say a Little Prayer for Two.

To be loved by you means testing out the feeling the Second Time Around. In my mind, if I ever forget, I think back to

It Should Have Been You.

Let No Man Put Asunder.

To be loved by you means living my Wildest Dreams driving down the 405 in Desirée.

We hit up the Love Shack in Erotic City.

The Prince to your Palace.

Can't Fake the Feeling.

There will Never Be Another You.

To be loved by you means Looking for the Magic, some sort of Strange Magic.

Companionship.

Partnership.

Friendship.

Loveship.

It's Everywhere.

It's Too Late to Turn Back Now.

Ain't No Stopping us Now.

May I never stop being loved by you.