Tender as the morning, Deep as any night, Soft as summer rainfall, Like my lover's eyes. Slowly, gently, taken under by your charms, Lying motionless, lost within your tender arms. Lost in sweet surrender, Falling into you. Feel such sweet devotion, To love ever true. Softly, whisper all the words I long to hear, Wishing always to have you close, to have near. Slowly, gently, taken under by your charms, Lying motionless, lost within your tender arms. Tender, deeper than night, Soft like rainfall, are his eyes. (Copyright Liz Madden 2003)