My heart will sing like a nightingale
Gently cradled in the arms of a tree,
With song, my heart will disclose it,
When my love comes to me
My heart will dance like the daffodils
That gently sway to Spring's rhapsody,
O, how my heart will dance with joy
When my love comes to me
My heart will fly to the highest hill,
And greet the passing clouds with glee,
Wildly will my heart proclaim it
When my love comes to me
My heart will whisper to the moon's ear
Every dream, each unfulfilled fantasy,
My heart will reveal all its secrets
When my love comes to me
Then my heart will reflect in silence
With prayer to some kindly deity,
Yes, my heart will certainly give thanks
When my love comes to me
Now this is the kind of woman any man would long to come home too! Lovely Lora!
Lovely song.........My heart will whisper to the moon's ear Every dream, each unfulfilled fantasy, My heart will reveal all its secrets When my love comes to me...................Music to my ears.........
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So lovely it is Lora, yes your love is always with you, remaining in the core of your heart. When the daffodils are swaying with breeze, defibitely your love enjoys with you. You mat read my new poem Mystic love