20 May 2012
Sounds of the underground are what you know best,
Playing tunage for hours, mixin decks with no rest.
You send me new choonz, that you know I will like,
Hard house an trance, not that pop music shite.
Your taste is eclectic, some stuff I'd never guess,
But it matches you perfect, identical, more or less.
Music is your voice, for feelings and emotion,
It's what you rely on to express your devotion.
I hear it in the background, a musical we live,
You laugh at me if I moan, I reply with "your a div".
It's your talent, your thing, your job an your life,
You even said you'd give it up, if I became your wife.
The truth is I love it, its part of you! How could I not?
Helping Skyla fall asleep, as she lays within her cot.
So your my DJ, my musical sin,
I love you, eternally... Let the tunage begin!
DJ • Opuss № I