The Beauty Of This Form

I watch in wonder with racing heart and shaking hand
At the beauty of this form so delicate a creation
But at the same time fragile and weak that all eyes can see

The illusion of strength
Is quickly dispelled as
It's all destroyed with whisper and breath

The illusion of strength
Is quickly dispelled as
It's all destroyed with whisper and breath

The illusion of strength
Is quickly dispelled as
It's all destroyed with whisper and breath

Light and rain creation awake to touch with hand and the pleasure it would bring.
I am in awe of the beauty of this form no constrains in all it's shape and form

Light and rain creation awake to touch with hand and the pleasure it would bring.
I am in awe of the beauty of this form no constrains in all it's shape and form

My flesh cries for it all and with it all my flesh would die.

My flesh would die!

My flesh cries for it all and with it all my flesh would die.