I wish we could go back in space and time
So that we never denied ourselves that night
I wish my lips whispered a sweetnothing to your ear, and
I wish tonight was the one your lips felt the touch of mine
I wish my hands did explore the curves of your flesh
I wish I could leave my scent under your sheets at sunrise
Only then could we have merrily envisioned our matrimony
Even though our night was the opposite,
Made of a shyish and a fearsome us
When I reminisce about that night,
I bet, it chisels and varnishes us for the incoming