The silk of her skin
Glimmering in the darkness...

Meadow of flowers
Pearl white dress...

His words flow through me
Like a warm ocean breeze...

Perhaps it's only me
But roses touch me still...

Sobbing and in need
My comfort she had sought...

I'm sorry...
I just can't be everything you wanted me to be...

Door creaks slowly shut
Humidity fills the air...

I love not the beauty of the man,
But of his soul...

Walks past a window
Looks at the image she casts...

Soft and inviting
Knowing no shame...

White knuckles cling
To the picture in hand...

Holding your hand
You hold mine so slight...