The t.v. drones in the other room, but all that I can hear,
Is the music in your soft voice ringing in my ear.

The world goes by at the speed of light but all that I can see,
Is the way, that your green eyes seem to pierce the soul of me.

The snow's so high, the winds so cold, but all that I can feel,
Is your warm skin against my own, I can't believe it's real.

The flowers bloom out in the yard but all that I can smell,
Is your perfume upon the air, and how you wear it well.

Dinner's gone, the wines been poured but all that I can taste,
Are your sweet lips that linger near through some act of grace.