Tuesday, November 2, 2021
Whenever your face comes to mind,
My heart jumps—oh my…
Wherever we meet again,
Our eyes will shine—love’s blind.
Whatever it is keeping us apart,
It’s divine—your time, my cry.
Whenever our hands touch again,
Doves will fly and bells will chime.
Wherever you stand, I embody.
Whatever for your beauty, care, and candor,
I’ll do, it’s true—love’s virtue.
Fly with me,
Why can’t you?
Is it heavenly rude,
To ask you,
If I can keep you?