I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love, and rested beneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.these hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eves, I,ve  read the silent speech written there. you,ve been the beacon light of hope,shinning across all my dark days, my city touchstone,with a love as warm as oven gingerbread.and when holding you in the midst of an evil land,i,ve held the promise of joy.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds  me not close to you in nearness or reality.if you were here feeble words of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree, the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water,or a sunrise newly born each day. I know that SHAKESPEARE must have written the words''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and I totally agree.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds  me not close to you in nearness or reality.if you were here feeble words of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree, the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water,or a sunrise newly born each day. I know that SHAKESPEARE must have written the words''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and I totally agree.