Sometimes, my dear,
in life there appears
a blessing
for the feeling you feel
is the spirit of me
caressing...
feathery touches,
floating
downward
timidly
guessing
where the next stroke
will linger
playing my lullaby,
pressing
every key,
hitting every note
exactly
your aura
confessing
all... as your soul's
secret love storm
rains down upon me
professing
itself in it's truest form
for the feeling you feel
is the spirit of me
caressing....
in life there appears
a blessing
for the feeling you feel
is the spirit of me
caressing...
feathery touches,
floating
downward
timidly
guessing
where the next stroke
will linger
playing my lullaby,
pressing
every key,
hitting every note
exactly
your aura
confessing
all... as your soul's
secret love storm
rains down upon me
professing
itself in it's truest form
for the feeling you feel
is the spirit of me
caressing....