Oh the joy that I feel.
you are not mine,
but oh the joy that I feel.
The wondrous passion that comes from the heavy/light paradox passion sets upon the heart .
I am not yours,
but oh the joy that I feel.
The feeling of returning home, a rendez-vous with a feeling i know so well,
a feeling I know I was meant to feel,
a feeling I could never be ashamed of.
We cannot be together,
but oh the joy that I feel.
you are not mine,
but you are,
I am not yours,
but I am.