Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Waltz

It's a mountain breeze
That cools my face tonight
Like a gentle hand
It makes everything alright
I breathe your goodness
Like an exotic fragrance
You've swept me off my feet
And drawn me into the dance

The strains of music fade
As we waltz across the floor
If only I had wings
Above the clouds I'd soar
This is the way I feel
There's something in your touch
That heals my brokeness
And makes me love you much

Even when the music stops
This feeling will go on
No matter where we are
At dusk or before dawn
As long as you are with me
Though we may waltz alone
You're all I need to have
To feel like I've just flown

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