The beauty I see in wild roses,
the warmth of a summer day,
creates the canvas for love
that I spend dreaming away.
Time to say good night,
to my pillow I lay my head,
knowing that we are one
in this magical kind of love.
Singing a song,
what could go wrong,
when my heart pines
for what I long.
Beauty when
I'm with you,
that is the magic
I feel when loving you.
