Saving The Best Until Last

All your Hearts music thus far was an overture it's a matinée, a prelude to what is the real affair it was a practice run saving the best until the last. Your thoughts are transparent as the morning vapour your love is priceless it soaks me right through your voice has likened a harmony; it is music mid-air. I'm always waiting for you in the middle of a story waiting in the wings to open each-and-every chapter I know you feel the same way by the way that you stare your love is the vitality I feel quickening my pulse your scented like a musk rose slightly pungent it's hypnotic just to breathe the same languid air knowing these overtures are now finally finished our recitals of love are now set as the main event this-was very pleasing to all the birds & bees who'd second-guessed it, given to rapturous applause?