So we took a late stroll by the pool and you told me you were sad. It was never my intention to make you feel so bad. I looked across the water in the fading light, and realised, once again, you were so right. I wanted always to make you laugh, make you smile, though I knew it wouldn't happen all the while. I never ever wanted to hurt you babe, or see you cry, yet there you were with a tear running from your eye.
I took your hand and we wandered on, and I wondered where sometimes our love had gone. For there and then a mountain stood between our hearts, but before I'd always been able to read the charts. Navigate my way back in to your arms and love, as if guided by a helping hand from above. But this time it seemed the gulf was huge, so deep and wide, or was it my blinkered view or stupid pride? I struggled for the touch to give, the words to say, and that's not me, not on any normal day. But your hand in mine felt precious and warm, like it would protect me from any rain or storm. I held fast not wanting to ever let go, for you're the one for me, you're my one, you know.
As we walked and talked the feelings left me some, as we watched the clouds being coloured by the setting sun. The distance between us shrank though there was still some space, I could see the miles as I looked in to your face. But time we have and time is here, and I just have to keep you close, hold you near. And as the minutes turn to hours and days, I pray we'll return to us, you and me, our special ways.