You're the Occasion
Yeah…
Come here, baby.
The room doesn’t glow—it leans toward your grace,
as if the walls themselves remember your light.
My heartbeat shifts, trying to draw near your space,
’cause God shaped you slow… carved your spirit just right.
Only you—
yeah, you’re the occasion, girl.
Only you—
my night’s soft celebration.
Only you—
my morning’s lift in a rising swirl.
I’m grateful you stayed—my quiet foundation.
The world turns gentle when your eyes meet mine,
like velvet brushing soul, two spirits entwined.
I don’t need reason—your presence is the sign,
My path found its meaning the day you aligned.
Only you—
Yeah, you’re the occasion.
Only you—
My night’s warm celebration.
Only you—
My dawn’s unfolding elevation.
You make it deeper, girl—my revelation.
Your laugh is a whisper carved only for me,
and the way that you move lets the whole moment breathe.
Let the world fade away—no imitation can be
what we are, heart to heart, with nothing beneath.
Pulled by your rhythm, lifted by your grace,
every second with you feels like truth in motion.
No season can shift it, no time can erase—
you’re where I begin… the root of devotion.
Only you—
yeah… it’s only you.
You’re the occasion my soul always knew.
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