I yearn only to touch her softly
where hurting, hidden, her wounds lie,
with a gentle understanding
love, as boundless as the sky,
which like a salve may soothe, may heal,
the pains of some lost yesterday.
To link by link remove the chains,
and blow the storm clouds far away,
throw wide the gates unto her heart
and drown within her passions tide.
Tear down the walls around her heart,
and drown within her passions tide.