5/11/2001

Wondering Why?

Why is it I cry so much?
Why is it I hunger for his gentle touch?
What is this hold he has on me?
I hope my love for him he sees.

The only thing that I live for
Is to hold him in my arms.
To keep him and protect him
To my heart he holds the charm.

This man that I love
He means so much to me.
He is the stars, the moon, the sun
My love for him, vast as the sea.

To hold his hand,
To kiss his cheek,
When I do these things
My knees go weak.

I see the stars within his eyes
The heat of the sun within his touch.
My heart he stole from me
I love him oh so much.