Your Skin Glows Like Arctic Beauty, , blossoms sweet as the rose in the purest spring. My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a deer at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great dove wing. I am comforted by your picture that I carry into the lightbeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood.
As my hair falls away from my face, it reminds me of your love. In the quiet I listen for the last melody of the day.
My heated body leaps to my blouse. I wait in the moonlight for your secret love so that we may look as one, face to face, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical dream of love.