Her eyes can shake the leaves down from a tree.
Her smile is the reason the blind man wants to see.
Her voice will fill your heart with a desire you've never felt.
Her warmth is the reason the snow begins to melt.
So here she is and there she goes,
an Angel, upon the wind that blows.
Don't know her touch, won't feel her kiss...
Can't even fathom it's enchanting bliss.
So I sit and watch, her eyes, her smile, her laugh;
as her warmth begins to clear life's cold and lonely path.