the sweetest sweetest thing of all
the type of wind that comes with fall.
it's beating beating oh so fast
it's like the sound of drums that will always last.

she's flying flying oh so high
he's the wind beneath her in the sky.
she's dreaming dreaming through the night
with someone holding her safe and tight.

she hears him breathing breathing all so near,
and he whispers softly into her ear.
it's racing racing against time,
wishing the clock will never show half past nine.

it's cold cold in her serenity zone
as she sits out there all alone.
humming humming a soft lullaby
and after it all ended she gave a sigh

he's looking looking into her eyes
and she turns away, feeling shy
slowly slowly, he laid a kiss
causing her heartbeat to give a miss.

and there she fell asleep in his arms
feeling warm and unusually calm.
paint my love
and it will be a picture of a thousand doves.