No one could ever touch
The point of which you touch
The centre of my heart
When coldness was prevalent.
No one could ever caress
The image of my soul
As you did, when my heart
Was without a home.
No one could ever harvest
The words I need to say
As you did, when loneliness
Became my well of sorrow.
No one could ever be
As you are to me
You are my unfurling flower
Your love a meadow green
For I need to dream
You are my dream.