Simple Touch
As the pencil rapidly flows,
I try to explain and compose,
The way I feel,
too good to be real,
Better than a red red rose.
You do something to me,
You let me fly and set me free,
Your simple touch,
Is way too much,
For even God to see
I will stand by you,
Until the earth’s core turns to pale blue,
I’ll indicate the love I share,
Make it unable for anyone to compare,
And keep the hope I have, true.
You do something to me,
You let me fly and set me free,
Your simple touch,
Is way too much,
For even God to see.
