'how long since I've spent a whole night
in a twin bed with a stranger
his warm arms all around me?
how long since I've gazed into
dark eyes that melted my soul down
to a place where it longs to be?
all of your history has little
to do with your face
you're mainly a mystery
with violins filling in space
you stood in the nude by the mirror
and picked out a rose
from the bouquet in our hotel
and lay down beside me again
and I watched the rose
on the pillow where it fell
I sank and I slept
in a twilight with only one care
to know that when day broke
and I woke that you'd still be there
the hours for once
they passed slowly unendingly by
like a sweet breeze on a field
your gentleness came down
upon me and I guess I thanked you
when you caused me to yield
we spoke not a sentence
and took not a footstep beyond
our two days together
which seemingly soon would be gone
don't tell me of love everlasting
and other sad dreams
I don't want to hear
just tell me of passionate strangers
who rescue each other
from a lifetime of cares
because if love means forever
expecting nothing returned
then I hope I'll be given
another whole lifetime to learn
because you gave to me
oh so many things it makes me wonder
how they could belong to me
and I gave you only my dark eyes
that melted your soul down
to a place where it longs to be...'
(joan baez)
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