When the morning sun
strikes the sill,
I think of you
and my heart stands still.
And when my flesh is caressed
by the warm spring air,
I think of your touch,
and how your hand rested there.
Through the day,
I only have to hear your name,
and my heart leaps to you,
my pulse aflame.
Sweet music in my soul,
your voice has set for me,
for you're all I think of,
all I hear, feel, or see.