You And Me
In whichever distant land, you let your feet fall, Dearest, just look at the sky and give me a call, Your voice floats like the breeze of spring over brook and dale, And merges just as seamlessly into the air
In whichever distant land, you let your feet fall, Dearest, just look at the sky and give me a call, Your voice floats like the breeze of spring over brook and dale, And merges just as seamlessly into the air
O dearest love, wherever you are, just let me hear your voice, The music in your words gladden me more than I can rejoice, I live before you, behind you in this despairing conundrum, My only companion, your song, that
Like a forgotten native traversing the desert, I carry on with no choice, though my feet hurt, Try as much as I can, my thoughts to divert, From inevitably returning to you, I cannot avert. I walk on though I
Your eyes look bejeweled like a Greek, I would die for their attention to seek, Though you may look soft-hearted and meek, Underneath lies a character as hard as teak. One look at those rare, poignant tears, And waves will
Mighty oaks come alive at dawn, their reflection in water glistening, Fresh dewdrops in the rising sun’s rays, stare out at you glowing, As I rise up each morning, the chattering birds eagerly listening, I am spellbound by the beauty