MY SONG OF LOVE III

I can hear your lovely and sweet voice
Above the babbles of all other voices,

For you are a flower of many layers and skin,

Sharing her fragrance for the world to see.

I love to sit by your balmy side

As our shadows entwine, beneath the blue sky,

For your presence makes my breath hitch,

And the red-some blood in my veins quicken.

You are a wild flower that always bloom

At the peak of the sun and moon.

How beautiful and mild you are, my love

Than the white doves that fly above.

I would look at the sky,

And plead to the angels above

That they may be gracious and divine,

In the journey of our song of love.

You are the winter of the season

That cools the ember of my worries.

Come to me O! Come to me,

That our song may be heard in the fields.

SWEET MEMORIES