I contemplate the meaning
of what it is to be,
I wrestle with ideas
And focus on the mystery.

The boundless touch,
The deep, swallowing blue eyes
Teach me much
And dispel my melancholic cries

Although life is a mystery,
And probably always will be
Your love is boundless,
yet intensely real to me

And for a moment in time
The mystery is solved
And around the boundless touch
My world eternally revolved