Love is sometimes made of pure gold

while flowers bend their heads

to the sun.

 

Sweet of you, moonlight in silvered

gown.Sweet of you while your lips kiss

 mine.

Blushed is my heart and silvered my

 face while my eyes

discover your golden, rounded face.

King of the sky, owner of my soul,

My destiny is yours, I am your eternal

 slave.

Lady of my fire,I adore your kindness

your mistery and your

enchanting light.

Let me try to find you

among the clouds of your absence.

Let me desire your melancholy

while my energy

finds

fire and gold

on your

moonlike lake.