When first we
touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a
cloudless sky.
They said it was
built up on a lie.
They told me my
feelings would surely fade.
Passion would flare
and foes would be made.
Can you not put the
pass behind?
True love can
change a rivers course,
Or pierce the
strongest vault with ease.
True love can
turn coal into gold,
Or tame the tempest
to a balmy breeze.
Quite some time has
passed since then:
People no longer
criticize,
For now they see
that truth exists,
Where once there
might have been only lies.
Still my feelings
are the same today,
As they were on
that very first,
For when we touch,
my heart still flies,
on gossamer
wings through cloudless skies
