Saturday, November 12, 2005

too beautiful for words

When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me
I get butterflies lullabies, it's hard to explain
Like the scent of a rose or the sound of the rain
It's too precious and too wonderful to give it a name

Too beautiful for words
A symphony inside me
Too beautiful for words
I can not take them lightly
Can you hear my silent heart
It's on the tip of my tongue
But my lips are still sealed

Only violins and their innocence can show you how I feel
And I hear them again
At the end of the dayI'm all teary-eyed when we kiss good-bye
There's nothing I can say

Must be a million times I've tried to express this love of mine
When it goes this deep, when it tastes this sweet
It's not easy to define

An anthropologist once asked a Hopi why so many of his people's songs were about rain. The Hopi replied, "Because water is so scarce. Is that why so many of your songs are about love?" ~ Gila: Life and Death of an American River