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(When You’re) Whirling
So silent atop such mountains So quiet beneath such skies So painted the palette of rainbows So grounded amidst such highs
You, the gold tips on the waves You are spring mist waterfalls You are desert sand shimmers You, the reason my heartbeat stalls
Your sweetness shames the springtime rains Your eyes outshine the full moon’s might Your smile shuns the summer sun Your kisses ignite the darkest night
And yet I catch that glint of dare And caverns echo warnings And dreams derail my flannel nights And make my moods in mornings
Will you welcome my wonderful warmth? Will you let my love come through? Will you thrill to taste my touch? (Will is still a wall in you)
Can you handle love’s tornado? Can your soul surprise? Can my million mysteries Open up your eyes?
Don L. Waddell, 1998 |
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