This is the fourth mark, I'm burning right into my heart So I can count backwards, to the month I believe my life had a start Now I'm sitting here with you and as the words fall into place, I remember every mark, yes I picture every single gorgeous detail - -of your perfectly sculpted face. My little sugar plum, oh, my muse you may be, for the rest of every month to come And I hope that we may walk, touching hands may we explore every inch of the path that lies ahead - someday But for now, we may lay our heads to rest and listen intently to our resonating hearts - for the rest of today.