A wind carried me into the West
   carried my throbbing heart into your hands.

And the rains you poured down upon my secret places
    filling my desert with your love.

The lands of your body like the New World to me
    though I come bearing a passion to give, not a greed to conquer.

A kiss from you drained the bitterness from my soul
    and your warmth moved me as a storm upon mountains.

As I stripped clothes from your form
    you stripped illusions and fears from me.

As you molded me like a sculptor
    I revealed your hidden power.

With my hands in your hair you whispered my name
    and the walls of my heart finally fell.

And when I could no longer tell where I ended and you began
    the pilgrim in me had at last returned home.