The Arms Of My Love

If I had the wings of a dove, 
 I would fly to the arms of my love, 
 And there I would stay, not to be pushed away, 
 There in the arms of my love. 

 I long for the touch of her skin, 
 I long, with desire deepen in, 
 I long for her lips, her soft fingertips, 
 There in the arms of my love. 

 I long for the child that is ours, 
 I long for run to the flowers, 
 With them by my side I shall always provide 
 There in the arms of my love. 

 I long for the life that we'll live, 
 I long to be able to give 
 All that is mine until end of time 
 There in the arms of my love. 

 I should tell you these thanks [things] every week, 
 I should tell every time when I speak, 
 But since I manned, I do hope that I can 
 To be there in the arms of my love. 

 I long for the day I return, 
 The firing [fighting] my body and bones, 
 With only one thought, 
 For you my battles and fought, 
 To be there in the arms of my love. 

 I long to build in the sky, 
 The high wise to be dying, 
 But we shall believe 
 That I never leave 
 The arms of the woman I love.