I play and she sings

Something I once only dreamed aboutIt's hard to play when she singsI want to devote all of my attention to herNo guitar can sound sweet enoughUnder Her voiceIt's a beautiful struggle Her voice against…everythingIt pulls me underInto a quiet place,PeacefulYet I must continue to playWhen I do stopShe looks at me softlyI am still regaining consciousnessDoes she know where I have been?