I see her all the time. Her flowing dress as she rounds the corner.
The glow of a candle. But I hear her footsteps sometimes at night,
And her voice singing some sad love song that makes me want to cry.
The secret sypmpathy
the silver link the silken tie
with heart to heart and mind to mind
In body and soul can bind.
To have my satin butterfly in my arms again
To feel her body close to mine to caress her touch her make her mine
To touch her in places that no one else has ever touched
To stroke her hair to have it fall around us when we make love
To look into eyes and see my future
