"Have you ever felt the sun in spring?
It feels soft and fresh, like I'm blooming
Or was it him who stood with me?
His warm embrace still lingering

Have you ever seen the moon at night?
So bueatiful in it's cold starry light
Or was it him who stood with me?
Holding me, protecting me

Have you ever touched the setting sun?
It burns to touch, yet brings you near
Or was it him who stood with me?
His heated touch still lurks within

Have you ever heard the crying doves?
They mourn their love, they softly cry
Or was it him who stood with me?
Or did I stand without him near?
Was that me crying softly?
mourning the lingering loss of love

So I lose those feelings now
They leave their memories to the wind
I feel a-drift and all alone
Until those feelings come again"