It's being unaware of what our future holds;
It's the not knowing that I love.
It's the way he gently glides his hand across my skin,
seemingly touching my soul.
It's the way the light falls into the room,
I could ever want.
Because when I lay in that bed,
in his arms,
Worries of the future fade away,
like a mist fading into the rising sun.
And I am enveloped by his love,
It's the moment.