Your love…

It is great happiness, not immense sorrow
That nourishes teardrops in my eyes…
My entire world is engulfed in a halo
Banishing sadness and good byes.
I think of the night in all its glory;
For sobriety, would it veil the stars,
Or deny the magic in bedtime stories
To deprive the heroes of rewards…
Glad is my heart to see your smile,
On my arm feel your sweet caress,
With you there’s concord…I’m so tired
Of void, of sobbing, of emptiness…
I’ll proudly look into blue eyes, saying;
“Hear the confession of my love!”
And turn to the heavens, softly praying
For you, Love…My halo up above.