A single gentle one,
I am alone in my bed,
A single soft one,
Singing my songs that are unsung, in my head.
At night when darkness comes,
I hold my loving pillow tender and tight,
Visions of love come into my mind,
Wanting love, wanting my Mr. Right.
I wonder if the butterflies are alone?
Flying from flower to flower leaving love a note to her one,
On each flower written in the note,
"Future love, fly over to me, I will search you, until I am done."
I have lost,
What did I gain?
Seems just bitter loneliness,
And terrible heavy pain.
I love so deep,
When it goes away,
My heart cries a million tears,
Wishing for the happiness of yesterday,
Wondering, what have I done, for my years.
I love, l love so deep,
Tender in my call, softness in my tears,
love I give, all of me,
Do I love to much, wondering in my fears?
The echoes of the butterflies,
Soft in flight,
Leaving her love note,
Haunts me into the night.
The haunt of a hand,
To wrap around me at night when I am cold,
The haunt of love that's lasts,
Feeling I will be single as I slowly grow old.
I am the single gentle one,
I feel I am the single soft one in my heart,
Where is my other flame?
While I am tearing apart.
I know right now I am not alone,
Laying in my bed,
Keeping me company,
Are the tears I cry,
On this pillow, running down my head.
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