You're the song my soul is singing;
Every note, the birds are winging,
Every rainbow sun is bringing-
You're the song my soul is singing.
You're the midnight moon of splendor,
You're the flower pushing up tender,
You're the hearts own telegraph sender-
You're the midnight moon of splendor.
You're the idea chased till dawn;
You're the goal, when running's done,
You're the well, the water's drawn-
You're the final living sum.
Pattie this touches the heart - - a love-song which hits every warm note.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This just causes the atmosphere to crackle and open up to reveal the deepest love form for us all to see and hear the music of the soul. The fantastic glow and the total sum of it is amazing.