She is music to herself;
A sweet soothing harmony.
Her rhythm is heard to my heart
As every heartbeat sings a note from her soul.

A hand to a hand
A heart to a heart.
The velvet lips when they touch mine
With a lavender scent in her skin.

Then the moon itself will sing a song,
The stars will dance to sweet ballads.
A shooting star will fly over us
Tuning a ballad of love.

The gorgeous sun appears
In the midst of the night.
It wouldn't miss a chance to hymn
This awe-inspiring ballad of love.

Sweet lavenders fly,
Tulips grow.
Honeydew in her tongue.
Two lips can tell.

Warmth I feel as I touch
Her hips a Spanish guitar.
A mandolin a ballad's tune
Teardrop in my eye.

She is music to herself;
A sweet soothing harmony.
She is music to the universe...
A marvelous symphony.
She is music to my life:
And I the hands that play.