Imagine slow dancing with your Beatle.

His arms are wrapped protectively around your waist, your hands cupping his shoulders or the back of his neck. You're cheek to cheek with your lover, and he sways you ever so gently, singing the words in his quiet yet manly voice.

His hands are placed on your hips and every so often, he squeezes affectionately, a small reminder of his love. His lips are never too far away from any patch of your skin and he'll plant small kisses here and there, wherever his lips may be.

Your faces are close together until you decide to lay your head on his shoulder. All of the unique smells that make him flood into your lungs; his colonge or smoke or his shampoo swirl together to give you the familiar scent that makes you feel at home.

When the time is right, he tilts your head up to his and lays a kiss flush on your lips, his thumb and index finger guiding your chin to meet him. He pulls back and drags his thumb up and down your jawline, singing the words softly again, and you know he means each and every one of them. And he will forever.