I used to ask
so many seemed to share it
yet words were so indequate to measure or compare it
the pleasure of a warm summer day
or a cool softly moon light night
the mystery of the clear blue sea
a lovers dream of sweetness and delight
there are no words to compare it
and no images to show it
and yet, when you are in my arms...
I know how much I want it
I know how much I need
but most of all I know how much I know it