Delicate curves Faces carved in stone Lines are soft But hard as cole When each shape is carved It changes on its own Love is etched in stone When we were dancing Dance with no name No two movements Were ever the same Rest solid against me Hardest of the unknown And our love was etched in stone One rainy day A sculpture took shape In the lines of your face The curves I love to trace Love grew its own way 'Til he became soft clay Molded by hands I couldn't see Making love was poetry Spoken if a voice, could not hear You are still near And our love is etched in stone When the rain comes down Year after year Mountains disolve Inside the skies tears When there is no fall No lovers hand to hold Listen and know Love is etched in stone Love is etched in stone Love is etched in stone Love is etched in stone Love is etched in stone