By Bryan
Sanctuary October
1967
Have you felt the softness,
And touched it with your lips?
Have you seen the blackness,
Slip through your fingertips?
Have you seen the morning dew
In the corner of a flower?
And have you felt a filling warmth
In any special hour?
I felt the softest touch indeed
When I kissed your sanguine lips.
I felt your lovely raven hair
Run through my fingertips.
I saw a tear within your eye
One very special hour,
When we first knew our love was pure.
And I gave you a single flower.
