Love is calling my name tonight.
I hear him approaching with stealth,
Rustling the dried leaves of my yesterdays,
Sending ripples through the stagnant pond.
He has watched me for a while,
Taking the full measure of me,
The height of my mystery,
Breadth of my allure, the volume of my care.
His voice has the timbre of low bass notes,
Speaks the charm of soft music’s ambience,
Stirring new passion in the dance of my soul,
Pulsing the triggers of my thirsty mind.
Unexpected new blossoms appear before me,
With fragrances fresh, spicy and sweet.
As I walk through this flourishing garden,
I am tempted to eat,fruit from its blushing trees.