I cannot forget the light that falls from your loving glance
Or what a lovely miracle love can be
Such a sweet mystery lies within the power of chance
For those who choose not to forget
What they see

Do we walk among the stones of life in a forever quest
Seeking the fragrance of a perfect rose
Blaming fate or chance, refusing to be blessed
By the perfume of the glance
Under our nose

Are we frightened by the fire we meet on our path
Wave away the smoke in distress
Forget the loving glance because of the wrath
Thinking what is not perfect
Cannot be blessed

I will not forget the light that falls from your loving glance
Or the lovely miracle our love holds
Such a sweet mystery lies within taking a chance
For those who choose to face the fire
Not run or fold