If I could live each day to tell
of my love and of her spell
that which puts me in a trance
when arm and arm we slowly dance.
Within those lovely eyes I fade
I drift into the world she made
the one that makes me want her so
as we dance so light and slow.
And as her scent so sweet goes by
I can’t but help and wonder why
wonder long and hope to find
why she remains within my mind.
If I could live each day to speak
how daily for her love I seek
and dally forth with loving dreams
then they are real or so it seems.