He Touches My Soul (French Retourne)

His heart reached out to touch my soul Resonating warmth fills my heart His eyes are as black pools of gold Handsome ~ statuesque~ work of art Resonating warmth fills my heart The passion flows from deep within Our mirrors of the soul are locked, A genteel kiss cannot be sin His eyes are as black pools of gold. My heart does soar like a lark His touch to me ~ tender yet bold From this love I will not depart Handsome ~ Statuesque ~ work of art His caring soul fills to the brim He is the true beat of my heart How I grin when I think of him