| Art With the stroke of my brush I bring to life, a timeless night. The moon is high, smiles are bright. Full glasses raised in toast, many greet a generous host. Multiple voices tinged with laughter I wonder what will come after... Strolling down a crowded lane, a saxophone plays a lonely strain. Stolen glances, holding hands, now begins the love chain Whispering, wishing,wandering Warm like Havana nights. That's how you love so clean, so pure . How you love as a child of Christ. |