With face to the light of you, I fix my
Energy to the spirit of your field;
I am so touched by the softness of your eyes;
I have seen something special,
Something special,
With you, in you, and between us.

Through eyes bright like candle's glow,
Face your face to mine in sweet teasing of
Dessert's patient waiting;
Stand with me under God's old oak tree
For patiently we will go in the wind of destiny's call;
Scimitar they say you are, too sharp to touch too soon;
Yet 6 October has mangled you into miracles
To make your life anew.