When the doors shut in the streets,
And the birds sing in the garden trees,
In heart-felt moments like this,
I can SEE, the shiny eyes of my lover,
And i HEAR, the sweetest voice in the twilight,
What a pleasant thing it is,
For the eyes to BEHOLD the morning sun,
The apple of your love,
Always tender, and rising in the sea,
One generation passes away,
And another comes,
But your LOVE remains, with me forever,
Words cannot describe, this boundless beauty,
And no one, can take her place,
Gentle lover, pure eyes,
I cry,
And my tears have no form,
For all the times, i left you,
To chase after shadows,
Forgetting, your sacrifices and care,
Kiss me tonight, for i feel your pains,
Leave the doors open, for i am weak,
I HEAR you calling me, to come back everynight,
In your arms, i wish to be forever,
If the wind is listening, tonight to. . .
My gentle lover.


Courtesy. . .HENNESSY