No.245
24th February 2003
--The dance of a million years --

To be with you 's a rare delight
Morning, evening, day or night
But take yourself away from me
And I will n'er contented be

I suppose it's time for me to learn
That what one wants one has to earn
Accepting you are not my wife
Remove myself far from your life

I can't do that it hurts too much
When I think how the slightest touch
Of you sets my pulse afire
Smouldering with intense desire

Your eyes destroy me with their gaze
Never ceasing to amaze
Me with their burning liquid heat
I melt, we melt as our lips meet

Unfolding your body to my need
As I then so gently lead
Your senses to a higher plane
At once both sacred and profane

We dance the dance of a million years
The dance that brings a million tears
The dance that makes us feel as one
Sharing love 'til life is done