Your love is as a summer morning,
Sweet as the scent of the forget-me-nots
That grow along the rocky path,
Intoxicating as the scent of freshly-cut grass,
Gentle as the soft rippling of the water
Disturbed by Father Wind's hands...
The sun is like your smile: bright and glowing,
The strength of your arms
As the swing that rocks me
Beneath the shade of the Old Oak,
As I'm carried off to other worlds
By the lull of unexpected summer rains
And the bittersweet thunder of your beating heart.
