Strong arms I long to hold me in embrace.
Warm breath I long to feel against my face.
Soft mouth, salt lips I long to taste on mine.
Sweet love, I’d grow more drunk on you than wine.
Come to my arms and stay, my golden dream.
Don’t hesitate and lose what might have been.
Young dreams grow old and fade and waste away,
And leave only regret for things undone.
One song that’s heard’s worth more than those unsung. Tomorrow may not come. Love me today.