I'd grown to think love just a lie
Or fairy tales that don't exist Until she came into my life And found that her, I can't resist To gaze into her eyes and see Reflected back all that she is To hold her hands and draw her close To taste the freshness of her kiss Soft shivers, tingles in the night The sighs and longing that I feel Tell me that love is not a lie Each fiber tells me that it's real But if it be a fairy tale Then her, my dear sweet princess be And I her knight, always on guard That no harm will she ever see Of Ireland and wee folk, too So many people that we meet And I chanced to meet only her I've found in rythm hearts can beat Soft whispers in the night we speak And tell of things from others kept Of silly things and dreams we have Of hurtful things and tears we've wept Each word more precious than the last The ones to come, more precious still Each day we speak, but not enough At night more words flow from my quill With candles burning in the night And pushing darkness far away I find I still have more to write More words to her I need to say |