When I Speak of Love

When I speak of love
Should I think like Don Juan?
Byron's hero
With whom I could follow along
And learn as great lovers do
To woo and to charm
The lady I love,
The heroine in my arms.
No, I'll leave Don Juan to Byron
And do this alone
And sing to the Angel
Who calls me her own.

Light of my life
Dream of my dreams
My radiant wife
Who joyously sings
A love song so tender
O'er long lasting years
It's wondrous splendor
No sorrow no tears
But love's lovely number
That kissed the night air
And caused me to slumber
It's music I hear.

Now my heart dances
To the love that I see
A woman enchanted
Upon the night breeze
That gently caresses
Like soft moonbeam rays
The curl of her tresses
As she slowly sways
In rhythm and motion
On soft blue vein feet
With loves true devotion
Kind hearted and meek.

Light of my life
Dream of my dreams
My radiant wife
Who joyously sings!