As we flee through thou mystery.
Thee beauty and flair has my soul loosely implied.
Talk to me and tell me your secrets. As lips are sealed,
I have only my eyes and ears for you to guide.
Sweet kisses of harmony on my shoulders I belong to you,
as you take me over to see, to feel and to provide.
I Care my fingers slowly through the wind,
and I feel your warmth flowing through my waltz of grace.