Calming the feel of smooth brushing kisses
Slowly I'll come to you, Slowly I will
Easy the night of eye's hungered wishes
Calm are the hearts racing faster still
Warm is the breath that crosses the spaces
When love is the hand of time's winding clock
Tremors from fingers that leave many traces
Gives patience the key that opens the lock
Lost in the moment where melding is king
Traveling in sync from rushes within
Finding paradise in flights without wings
Sacred,vulnerable rejoicing in

Time is in motion and time will stand still
Slowly I'll come to you,Slowly I will