When you walk a way beside me,
I can sense the perfume of love.

The love I cannot see in heaven,
It is the light of my own desire.

You are mine or not, but I carry on.
You are mine or not, I still feel in my dream.

- James Rassel
Our love is not telling the sorry,
It is always a waiting..
Then hand over hand and kiss over kiss.

- James Rassel