• Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms sit as the lilly in the purest hope of spring.
    My heart follows your velvet voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name.
    The evening floats in on a great canary wing.
    I am comforted by your hand that I carry into the twilight of beams that hold next to me.
    I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow.
    As the blood drains from my heart, it reminds me of you.
    In the quiet, I look for the last sparkle of the day.
    My heated heart leaps from my chest. I wait in the moonlight for your secret love so that we may become one, hand in hand, in search of the magnificent mystical saint of love.