The air was still free from the dust on that morning
A couple of chairs on the terrace, I sat there
A preacher focused on his bible next to me
How classic
 
And then you came up
And said ‘Hi’
I looked up
My world paused
 
Your voice
Your face
Your presence
It’s wholesome
It’s magical
 
I flied high
Across the sky
Towards the Eden