The last days of winter and the first days of spring, all give hope to what tomorrow will bring. The nightingales song compliments the night long, breaking the silence to remind you I'm here. Moonbeams from up high, shining down from the sky, to guide your love right here next to me. Close your eyes, it is no surprise how wonderful life is when you are here with me.
The last days of winter and the first days of spring, all give hope to what tomorrow will bring. Sunshine in the morning, stars of love at night, a dance upon the heavens, in your arms both day and night. You know it to be true, you feel it in your soul, the love filled magic is in your heart for to you hold.
Could it be your whispers I hear in the night,
the soft sounds of love that my heart cannot fight.
Could it be the dreams that summon my soul
to embrace your sweetness in a forever hold.
Could it be the moment, the pleasure that you
bring that sets my heart on fire and makes my soul sing.
Could it be desire that makes me hunger so to
feel your embrace and never let it go.
Could it be the innocence and the simplicity that vows,
to give to you my darling the dreams that make you smile.
Could it be my love, the love for you alone, the love
that kisses you goodnight and makes my spirit moan.
Could it be the heavens so pleasant and filled with glee,
that they directed your love straight to me.
The darkness empowering, the silence now broke,
as the images vanished, the whispers to my heart
a gentle stroke.
My head upon the pillow, my body trembled so,
at the mere thought of you, raged a battle to
not let go.
I reached up to the heavens, I engaged in such
delight, that the Lord gave to me the gift of love,
the love of my life.
I tried to close my eyes, I tried to let it go, to
give to time the space and see how this love
My heart saw the beauty it heard the song of
love, it knew that this was special, the heaven
sent gift from above.
I could have written of sorrow or the trials of yesterday,
but when I placed my hands upon the keyboard, my heart
was the one that had its say. My heart spoke of angels and
the stories from my dreams, but the more I typed, the more
I saw the joy that our love brings. First thing in the morning,
all day long it sings and when I go to bed at night, it's the love
that blankets me.