If our love were a rose,
satin petals thick with dew,
I'd awaken you each morning
and make tender love to you.

If our love were a falcon
with wings spread wide in flight,
I'd soar with you beneath the stars
and welcome in each night.

If our love were a flame
to warm body and soul,
I'd stoke the fire until it raged
red hot and out of control.

If our love were a garden
of burning bush and clinging vine,
I'd wrap my arms around you,
and brush your fire with mine.