A Song of Love

FAR ABOVE, BIRDS DO SOAR, AND CRY DOWN THY NAME AS, WITH THESE FEELINGS OF PURE JOY, MY HEART CASTS YOUR NAME BACK TO THEM WHO KNOWS SO MUCH. IN PURE BLUE SKIES, THE BIRDS KNOW THE NAME OF THE ONE I LOVE AS THE GODDESS OF THIS HEART OF MINE. DEEP IN THE WOODS SO DARK, A TINY BROOK SINGS OUT THY NAME IN SOFT MELODIES THAT ON I HAVE HEARD. A SOUD SO SIMPLE; A SOUND SO SUBLIME THAT LIFE CAN ONLY STOP A MOMENT TO SHED A GENTLE TEAR FOR THIS LOVE WE DO SHARE. UP IN THE TREETOPS, THE WIND MOANS OF THIS LOVE WHICH IT HAS CARRIED TO ME. UP AND DOWN, AND BACK AND FORTH, THE TREETOPS DO MOVE TO THE TICKLED THOUGHTS OF THE ENDLESS WINDS. IT SINGS OF THE SONG OF LOVE IT HAS KNOWN AND GAVE TO ME WITH BUT A PASSING KISS. AND IN THE NIGHT, THE MOON LOOKS DOWN UPON THE WORLD WE SHARE. BUT SHE, THE RULER OF THE NIGHT, SAYS NOT WORDS, NOR EVEN MOANED SIGHS. SHE IS CAST THERE, IN THIS NIGHT, TO SHOW A WAY THAT IS SOFT AND FREE. A WAY FOR WHICH MY EYES CAN MAKE LOVE TO THEE. IN YOUR EYES, ALL SONGS HAVE COME TO BE, AS THESE DAYS FLOW ON BY, MAKING THIS, OUR LOVE, OUR OWN STORYBOOK OF LOVE. HERE IS WARMTH AND A SAD, SAD SONG WHICH BROUGHT US HERE TO BE. HERE WE ARE TO SHARE A LOVE WHICH HAS RIDDEN UPON WINDS CAST DOWN AS MOONBEAMS FROM ABOVE.