Your skin glows like the pears, blossoms fruitfully as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a fish at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great humming bird wing.
I am comforted by your artwork shirt that I carry into the twilight of jellybeams and hold next to my hands.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blue lagoon.
As my tears falls from my eyes, it reminds me of your love.
In the quiet, I listen for the last moan of the day.
My heated heart leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret glance so that we may SING as one, heart to heart, in search of the magnificient BLUE and mystical SEA of love.