Is it the song's made from dove's,
Or the breeze running though the shrub's.
Is it the wind blowing though the tree's,
As it makes the sound of being next to the sea.
Maybe it's not what I hear but what I see,
Like watching a summer breeze blowing though the tree's.
Or is it the wonderful color's that bloom in the spring,
Is all this making my heart sing?
Perhaps it could be our friendship making my heart soar,
Or is it our love from all the day's before.
Which ever it could be it has reached my core,
For all that you have given me, I will adore.
I do not know which you will believe,
Hopefully I can explain, so you will see, what I see.
Just how my heart feels,
And how our love seals.
The deep thoughts of summer and spring,
I realize that it is you in my heart that makes me see.
I pray that you hear and see as I do,
So you will know that my heart goes out to only you.
Inspired by my love, Stacey. |
