Your touch, your gentle nudge
of trust ...

This small joy is for me,
as vast as the western plains!

And I see a mountain range
When I gaze into the window of your soul

And you know who I am-
by my love for you that will never die.

You are mine, and I am yours
bound by kindred spirits that soar
until the end of time ...

As we go softly now ... into the setting sun.