Love

When first we touched,

My heart flew high,

On gossamer wings through a cloudless sky.

They said it was built upon a lie.

They told me my feelings would surely fade.

Passion would flare, and foes would be made.

Can you not put the past behind?

True love can change a river's 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.