The Sweeping Hand of Love

There's a face that I love

When I hold in my hands

Your sweet gentle lips

Then I look into your eyes

Hold you tightly in my arms

And hear the whisper of your sighs

Oh you, the sweeping hand of love

 

In the dress you wore for me

The sound of my name on your lips

The way your neck and chest

Frame a fragile amulet

And your breasts rise and fall

As your sweet breath meets mine

My dear, the sweeping hand of love

Here with the wildflowers

A field of peonies

We surrender to our love

To each other

The touch of your hand

The curve of your hips

Skin like still waters

Eyes of obsidian

Into the abyss of my heart, my heart

Shed the weight of your pain

As I lay softly at your side

Push the hair out of your eyes

I'll dry every tear you cry

And that's my love for you

Through the days and the nights

Oh babe, the sweeping hand of love

Oh babe, the sweeping hand of love

Oh babe, the sweeping hand of love

Oh babe, the sweeping hand of love