My Love
Your skin glows like the sun, as it blossoms as the blue rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your gentle voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great raven's wing.
I am comforted by your smile that I carry into the twilight of the night-lit skybeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears when you cry.
As my eyes falls from your face, it reminds me of how you are always there.
In the quiet, I listen for the last sighing of the day.
My heart leaps to my throat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret instruments so that we may dancing as one, chest to chest, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical wind of love.
My heart follows your gentle voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great raven's wing.
I am comforted by your smile that I carry into the twilight of the night-lit skybeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears when you cry.
As my eyes falls from your face, it reminds me of how you are always there.
In the quiet, I listen for the last sighing of the day.
My heart leaps to my throat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret instruments so that we may dancing as one, chest to chest, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical wind of love.