He softly sings a serenade,
whispering sweetly to my ear;
A melody to tell of far off places.
Colored skies, blossoms fragrance.
Birds of the exotic kind,
with sapphire wings, and Harmonious calls.
As we lay in the meadow, green,
He sings his song into my dreams.
Where I envisage natures splendor;
Tropical fish painting the waters canvas
tasting nectarous fruits.
Colors without a name,
that sparkle endlessly beneath the sun.
Evenings welcome cool sands underfoot.
Firelight to dance, laugh and make love by,
as my darlings lullaby comes to a close.
Silence falls upon us
as do the leaves of autumns tree.
He kisses me once, tender,
breathing a promise, oath, vow, and curse,
I love thee.
