Your skin glows like the sun, you're as beautiful as cherry blossoms, as beautiful as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your velvety voice, and leaps like a Wolf at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in.. on a great Nightingale wing..
I am comforted by your casual choice of outfit, and I hold your heart in my hands.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of doubt, of you and me.
As my heart falls from my sleeve, it reminds me of you.
In the quiet, I listen for the last echo of my name for the day.
My aching heart leaps to my hands. I wait in the moonlight for your secret return, so that we may kiss as one, chest to chest, palm to palm, in search of that magnificient passion and mystically magical love.