Why is it that my day´s impressed
By tender thoughts so comely dressed?
Flutters of soaring butterflies
Awakened by your sweet replies
...
Trace your lips upon my skin
Fingertips caressing light
Hearts are pounding, pulses spin.
Evidence of love´s delight.
...
Misunderstandings
Why is it that my day´s impressed
By tender thoughts so comely dressed?
Flutters of soaring butterflies
Awakened by your sweet replies
Yet a single careless word or thought
Can pierce a heart that´s raw and taut.
Convinced that I have been sincere
Yet troubled by a conscience clear
The distance weaves its twisted web
Where waves of disillusion ebb
Still floundering to work things out
I´m stretched upon a rack of doubt
A word from you can lay to rest
This heavy weight inside my breast
So soothe away this gentle ache
Forgive an absent soul´s mistake.