Love speaks to me in many different tongues
And you, dear one, are master of them all.
You, quixotic daring rolling rhyme of life,
Exotic palm swept by sun’s warm eloquence.
In beds of yellow zinnias rich with scent
You speak to me of sweet ambrosia’s flower.
Let me sip deep your heart’s immortal wine
As orchids blush pink to see your radiance.
Whispers sweet like alpine meadows call
From rolling plains proclaim truly eternal bliss.
Ever-flowering world of dream’s delight:
My lover’s touch, my darling’s kiss...