You cannot taste my happiness, or feel
a little of the chill of your caress.
No word or metaphor can make it real,
nor song contain the truth I would express.
a little of the chill of your caress.
No word or metaphor can make it real,
nor song contain the truth I would express.
So do we equally tend the fire
as each becomes the one one needs to live,
replacing what can never be replaced,
yearning for what comes again, again?
So you have chosen me, and in that choice
alone I find my refuge and my voice.
Reality is made by our own will:
you made my world and hold me in it still.
alone I find my refuge and my voice.
Reality is made by our own will:
you made my world and hold me in it still.
Just as a meadow washed by rain
is relit by the dawn,
just so our love, as we grow old,
will each day be reborn.
is relit by the dawn,
just so our love, as we grow old,
will each day be reborn.
All the love
we ask is here,
Delivered by ourselves,
Delivered by ourselves,
but made elsewhere,
Each day we must decide to love anew
with Given strength that way to bend.
Reason cannot make one of two,
So faith must be the power our lives blend.
with Given strength that way to bend.
Reason cannot make one of two,
So faith must be the power our lives blend.