Bright brigades of rose and peach
Rush upon your shore.
Like waves upon a fine silk beach
Below a dawn of roars.
Here your smile stretches long;
An endless white horizon.
All these words come out in song;
The playful Bard is wisened.
Every ray of light that falls
Is caught within your hair.
Trapped by every shade that crawls,
Within your magic stare.
I paint such wonderous sights of mine,
And wish that I were yours,
A love that tastes like vintage wine,
Where endless touch endures.