And you spoke - the same 'language'...
you made me 'realize',
as I looked into, the windows of your soul
you brushed the hair, from my eyes..

I'd never been kissed - so 'tenderly'
or had given myself, so 'completely'...
There was never another male -
to treat me, the way 'you've treated me'..

No more gentle caresses
of a hand, to brush the cheek -
of the girl who loves you - with her 'every part'
'Silently'...
And my heart weeps...