Whispering Softly Into The Nights Gentle Breeze, The Soft Caress Of The Wind Mirrors The Sweetness Of

Whispering softly into the nights gentle breeze, the soft caress of the wind mirrors the sweetness of your touch and the light of the moon just a pale reflection of your everlasting love, but still in this darkness I feel a warmth, radiation from the night sky, my sweet flower, you may be be drawn to the sun, but I wish to draw you to my own reflected light, my waxing glow as I reflect your love

Many words I could use to describe how I feel for you my sweet dove, but what good is talking when my touch can do so much more, a truer translation of my soul than speech could ever hope, and oh how I want to show how you set my soul on fire, blinding coruscation, scintillation just the same as which I see in the jade of your eyes admits a sea of sweet caramel, with an even sweeter kiss, but yet just a pale imitation of your fire, bright pyre light from your starlight my starling, calling my name