The feel of your touch

would be the sweetest thing

with the exception of the kiss

that would crown a poet king.

I'd be The King of Love

filled with happiness and bliss

from your tender loving touch

and the taste of your sweet kiss.

Ringing bells would ring.

Singing birds would sing.

and you'd be my Queen,

if I could be your King.

Trumpeters would blow

and love would flower and grow

in your winging heart,

whole body, mind, and soul

We would be like swans

and ride this train for life

with a love men couldn't cut

with the sharpest sword or knife.

Just the feel of your touch

and your soft and gentle kiss

would truly mean so much.

O Lord, I'm sure of this!