I’ve often though about the nature of our meeting,
A handshake for a greeting, a look of tenderness in your eyes.
Your hand it felt warm, I held it tight in both of mine,
The way I’d cling to a cup of steaming tea in winter. And
It’s not that I was cold, although the autumn breeze
Blew cooler at the shore. It’s that when we touched,
I saw a glimpse of my future and in holding on I hoped
I’d see a little more. Now I still thirst for that vision,
I hunger for that touch. I hardly know what to with
Myself, I want you so much. But my heart will break
Before I die of hunger or thirst, for the love I feel but try
And contain. If you only knew then I could let it flow
Freely to you. You’d see how much has been asked of my
Self-restraint. Oh I could soar like a bird on these
Feathered wings of desire. Yeah I love you, could you ever
Love me too? You don’t know how good to you I’d be.
I’d make you feel like the wildest of your dreams were
Real. I’d show you everyday how much you mean to me.
I could soar like a bird on these feathered wings of desire.
