To love you is a tender grace,
When your hand brushes mine,
When your arms gather me near,
When your presence lingers through every hour I breathe.
And now I let the hours drift away,
Yet here I remain,
Anchored in longing for you.
You are my dream,
The one who colors every wandering thought.
This feeling of mine is yours,
The quiet companion of my solitude.
To cherish you is pure devotion,
In every longing,
In every piece of you,
In every piece of me entwined within your life.
And now I let the hours drift away,
Yet here I remain,
Anchored in longing for you.
You are my dream,
The one who colors every wandering thought.
This feeling of mine is yours,
The quiet companion of my solitude.
Ahhhhh…
Ahhhhhhh…
Ahhhhhhh…
To love you is a tender grace,
When your hand brushes mine,
When your arms gather me near,
When your presence lingers through every hour I breathe.
And now I let the hours drift away,
Yet here I remain,
Anchored in longing for you.
You are my dream,
The one who colors every wandering thought.
This feeling of mine is yours,
The quiet companion of my solitude.
You are my dream,
The one who colors every wandering thought.
This feeling of mine is yours,
The quiet companion of my solitude.
And now I let the hours drift away,
Yet here I remain,
Anchored in longing for you.
