Sometimes.

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind
that you've been made just for me.

Before this, you were dwelling somewhere in the stars;
you were summoned to earth just for me...

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind
that this body and these eyes are kept in trust for me...
that the dark shadows of your hair are for my sake alone,
that these lips and these arms are charged to my care...

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind
just as the shehnaii sounds on the roads...
that it is my wedding night, and I am lifting your veil...

You're shrinking for shame, blushing in my arms...

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind
that you'll love me like this our whole lives through,
that you'll always lift a loving gaze to me like this.

I know you're a stranger now, but even so,
sometimes the thought crosses my mind