Music on my fingertips,
Her perfume on my tongue,
There are so many verses,
Waiting to be sung.

She brings sunshine in a bottle,
Everywhere she goes,
The Beatles - Aristotle,
A Dandelion - A Rose.

Eric Clapton - Leonard Cohen,
She's Layla and Suzanne,
She brings me tea and oranges,
And spice from Pakistan.

She brings philosophy and trinkets,
From China and Japan,
Chants and prayers from India -
Proverbs from Charlie Chan.

We lay on the grass together,
Melting in the summer sun,
I can taste her precious nectar,
And her essence on my tongue.