(Verse 1)

If you could feel my heart, love,

In a way I just can’t tell,

You could dance upon a rainbow,

And taste the falling rain as well.

Walk barefoot through the desert,

And never feel the pain,

You’d know the fire that burns in me

Each time I say your name.

(Verse 2)

This ain’t some bedtime story

About dreams and wishing wells,

Or late-night movie romances

That every bookstore sells.

You don’t need another paperback,

The kind lost lovers read,

My words are simple promises

Of the life you’ve sown in me.

(Chorus)

If you could see my heart, love,

With the passion of color bold,

Van Gogh would have to paint it—

A love story to be told.

It shines in hues of crimson,

And burns like morning gold,

If you could feel my heart, love,

You’d know what can’t be told.

(Bridge)

No poet’s pen could capture it,

No song could make it rhyme,

It’s carved into the stillness

Between the hands of time.

And if tomorrow fades away,

The truth will still remain,

That I have loved you endlessly—

Through sunlight and through rain.

(Final Chorus)

If you could see my heart, love,

With the passion of color bold,

Van Gogh would have to paint it—

A love story to be told.

And when the stars fall quiet,

And dreams grow soft and old,

You’ll still be there within me,

The one my heart will hold.