The sunshine hits the pavement;

not hard to feel the amazement.

Now the wind brushes past my face;

without uncertainty I feel your embrace.

Now the dry leaves give their aroma;

with you there just ain't no scotoma.

Nature has its way of getting through;

the thought of you can never make me blue.

A heart like yours who can find;

it's so preciuos, completely refined.

Just your memory alone can bring a smile;

it's so very true , quite worth the while.

As I see the leaves drop from the tree;

winter will be long, but not for me.

It's your one-of-a-kind heart that sets me free;

winter will turn to spring, this I can foresee.

The sunshine hits the pavement;

not hard to feel the amazement.

Your love still radiates, it's like a jamboree;

my heart will never lack a lovely jubilee. 

Copyright (c) 2014 by George Warholak