Nothing But This

Furnace pink roses blushed on your cheeks, I held my breath when I saw you there, Stood in the sand in a gossamer dress, That clung to your form as the breeze caught your hair. Bruises of rain clouds filled up your eyes, I held you close when your spirits were low, The feel of your skin was electrically cool As the rain swept your face and your eyes were aglow. I’m just a chancer who stood in your path, I borrowed the beat of your heart just for me, I still feel your skin in that gossamer dress As the sun fell behind you and sank in the sea. And I never found one last moment to spare, I gave not one second to grant one last kiss, But when you close your eyes I pray I’ll be there, There’s nothing else for it, nothing but this.