"Fields Of Love"

Meet me in the fields of love,
where the hearts of lovers play;
and the sun bathes angel's wings,
as the wildflowers dance and sway.
I'm waiting for you my love,
where the river meets the wood;
to be in your loving arms today,
oh but only if I could.
Separation makes the heart sweet,
distance makes it stronger;
but we will meet in fields of love,
when we can't make it any longer.
And there we will make of our love,
a shade of heaven bright;
nevermore in loneliness,
once bathed in passion's light.