The room is dark with muted light
Your gentle snore, a spoken dream
As you float along Morpheus stream
What brought us to this here and now?
What is the cause? What is the how?
Of all the odds, of all romance
A grand design or random chance
Never have I believed in fate
That chose my path or picked my mate
Nor trust there is a scheme or plan
That guides the step of every man
We are in this bed tonight
Of darkened room and muted light
Because of choice,
you and
That is the cause,
the reason why
My love is not some fated thing
Or Made by bows and gods on wing
It is lovely, fresh and new
For freely, love, did I choose you
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