Silhouette



Tonight, upon return, My Love,
Tonight under the sky,
We move from two to one, My Love,
Beneath a moon so high.

I’ll look into your eyes, My Love,
Your eyes of cinnamon,
And lose myself inside, My Love,
As my heart comes undone.

The moon will be our witness,
Dancing like an ocean;
Our bodies ride Her rhythm,
Our silhouettes in motion.
No one sees the love we have;
No one knows the truth.
That I would dry the tears you cry,
Is the only proof.

My lips can heal your wounds, My Love;
My kiss can make you whole.
Embrace you with my warmth, My Love -
Romance can comfort your soul.

Your beauty’s my delight, My Love;
You’re precious in and out;
Your kisses do excite, My Love,
And heal without a doubt.

The night will be our witness,
It’s breeze our company.
Embrace me in the darkness,
And let your love roam free.
No one sees the love we have;
No one knows the truth.
I would die to see you smile.
That is the only proof.



Don L. Waddell, 1997