Monday, October 17, 2011
What is it that must be seen when all there is
but a shrouded mist I could portray?
What is there in the depths within
to have a heart that feels?
The only thing that matters most
is what I need to say--
But yet no words could best express
than what my love to you foretells:
From out the fleeting moment's perfect glow,
I caught a glimpse the thoughts of you.
From out the night's so soothing breeze,
you are a dear to me--no less.
So let me from my heart should care,
I love you most and truly, I swear.