Till...


Till there was you, I had no one, my heart kept on a shelf…
There were days, I often stayed, alone all by myself.
Till there was you, I never knew, how soft a love could be…
Or how a heart, once alone and dark, could fly so high and free.

Till there was you, I never thought, I'd have so much to hold…
Then I held you, within my arms, and felt your heart of gold.
Till there was you, I'd never known, the beauty of a night…
I'd never noticed, the moon so full, and how the stars burn bright.

Till there was you, I always dreamed, of kissing lips so sweet…
Of pledging love, so warm and true, to someone close to me.
Till there was you, I never hoped, I'd have my dream to hold…
On winter nights, when fires burn bright, to keep you from the cold.

Till there was you, I was alone, now all that's gone from me…
For all I see, when you look at me, are loving eyes of green.

Ron Walker April 2000 


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