Passion Boulevard

When I think about the definition of beauty When I think about beauty that's true All thoughts lead me down the same boulevard And that boulevard then leads me to you Place a kiss on your cheek, brush your lips with my own Whisper [your name here] at the moment they touch Breathing in synchrony, composing a symphony In concert, we tune by the touch A bow on the strings of a viol A pluck on the strings of guitars Savor the sweet sounds of rapture Ascend to the most distant stars Floating in weightless existence The earth a good distance away I'll come back when this dream is over Although I wouldn't if I had my say