Soon, maybe not tomorrow

But soon there'll just be two of us.

Soon you and I will borrow

The moon for just the two of us.

Sweetly and so discreetly

We'll be completely alone

No other world, only our own.



Now we must be contented

With schemes about the two of us.

Yet we can have our sweet-scented dreams

That will come true of us.

For presently and pleasantly

Our hearts will be in tune

So soon, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.