...music reminds me of her...
she knows not when i cast mine
eyes upon her whilst her face
doth capture the light of day and
the wind whispers to the flower
eyes upon her whilst her face
doth capture the light of day and
the wind whispers to the flower
my heart flutters with a joy that is
not present in her absence like the
night without the stars and moon
or the day with clouds of gray
not present in her absence like the
night without the stars and moon
or the day with clouds of gray
in her presence my spirit dances
my soul rejoices and savors from
the carafe that holds the sweet
of life’s drink
my soul rejoices and savors from
the carafe that holds the sweet
of life’s drink
