Love’s soft touch can be felt anytime of the year.
I am quiet now, quiet
Still in the soft hum
That fills the evening air
I close my eyes
And the colors blend
I see yellow and purple hues
They appear a bit hazy
As I sit and wonder,
Sweet angel, who are you?
Yet for a reason I cannot explain
I miss the comfort, of your voice
Miss the ray of hope
The mere thought of you brings
It’s like rivers of cascading divinity
It’s like endless waves
Of rolling diamonds,
Reflecting you infinitely
And, sometimes
It’s like the youthful song of a lonesome lark
The sweet song of spring
I am quiet now, quiet
And my thoughts,
Still drift to you
I’m a thinker
And a dreamer
And suddenly
You’ve captured my heart
Can’t you see?
If only, you truly knew
I’m head over heels
Passionately,
In love with you
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