Oh, the pleasant Springtime morning, With you, my love, I shall fashion, And fill each quiet evening, With excitement and warm passion. A bed of the most fragrant rose, For you, my love, to lay upon, As I fill the air with light prose, And heartfelt melodious song. The Summer beach I shall explore, With you, my love, holding my hand, Waves crash and crest upon the shore, As we walk barefoot on the sand. The finest glass of ruby wine, For you, my love, to softly sip, And I the while suspending time, As my fingertips trace your lip. As gently as falling Autumn leaves, With you, my love, I shall embrace. Your hair carressed by the light breeze, Sharing a kiss I touch your face. When you tire I will kneel and pray, For you, my love, by your sweet side, While angels serenely say, Novenas above mountainside. Bye the glowing warm Wnter fires, With you, my love, I shall retire, Sharing a sigh as the day expires, Stilling passionate love's desire, Just as I have pledged before, For you, my love, I wish to give, All these moments and so much more, For as long as we both shall live. September 10, 1996
Reason for writing:
My sweet cherub, blessed by the seraphim, Jean Louise, of Sidney B.C., inspired yet another of my evening's thoughts.
Birth sign: Not entered
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