My Love

©Darius of the Bells (Don Riney)



My love,

I can not work for thought of you, your hand within my own
I must give voice to passions yearning, that we may be alone

The stirring wind through chimes above, sets music to the hour
When in twilight's soft caress, we meet at last within the bower

The surging song of love abounds, as we catch in sweet embrace
Silence broke with heated prayer, as heartbeat marks the pace

A kiss now lingers on our lips, our arms entwined anew
As cool air blows across our skin, our souls are heated through

Our world explodes and we as one, create it once again
Then we lie in sweet content, on heavens mortal plain