Marlon Williams - The Fire of Love Lyrics

The fire of love
Has burned me through
No vow ever made
Yet I wasn't given to

Now the bows are fading
On every gift she brings
And I'm left alone to tremble
Like a meadow [?]

Perfect hands
Claim what they will
Know how to hold a heart
Not being still

And I've tried to settle-In
Love hurt as she goes
But there's really nothing gentle
In the touch upon her nose

Fare thee well
True love of mine
May all your sweeter fruit
Cling forever

The road is hard to follow
When you're done drifting through
But if you ever find the middle
I'll be waiting when you do