I was walking one cold November night,

When the leaves fell I heard a sound,

It was a melodic haunting sound,

And when I turned to see where it came,

I saw nothing and continued my way,

And still it came again and lest I fret,

I returned to my backside without a threat,

It was like a song,

A tune not yet heard by man,

Too heavenly for mine ears,

I closed my eyes and begged Creator,

"Please give me the name of mine singing angel!"

I opened my eyes and one last look said,

That I had been heard by the wondrous one,

I saw your beautiful eyes shining with the moon,

And continued walking on with you,

The sound of your radiance was singing in the air,

We continued walking into the cold November night,

With November leaves falling in tow