Love Song
Let me sing a serenade to my girl so sweet,
Her rosy cheeks, her sparkling eyes and dainty hands so neat,
Slim is her form, her wind tossed hair the gentle breeze caresses,
With grace she walks among the fields and all the earth she blesses,
When in summer fields we lie and my hand caresses,
Soft are her lips and deep her sighs, and my soul she possesses,
Then all the cares and all the strife, the world and all unrest,
Are left behind, my heart lies safe within the haven of her breasts,
When first we met my love went out and would not be denied,
And in that moment of my love, all other women died.
© Arthur F Mylam
