A Song for Hsien

To paint for you a picture,
to craft for you some scenes,
is the only way I know
to answer your question.

So imagine a mound of pillows propped against the wall,
and I'm playing with your hair
as we cozily watch videos
out of the cold New York air.

I do
I do
I do

And now we're at Moondance, spining in the softlight.
You're smiling as I hold you tight
And we we move as one to the three and
four five six seven and eight.

I do
I do
I do

Nine, ten, twenty blocks we've been walking
and we've been talking up a storm
and your thoughts are not exactly mine
though they're not exactly not.

Well, perhaps the last verse
Is not exactly for public ears.
So I'll conclude and say
that I do because
you make me
me

I do
I do
I do