Serenades
*Let your memories of me be serenades
that embrace you forever and more
most precious woman I adore
*Jon Michael Willey
when I become quiet, detached from present moments
I can hear your serenades, falling softly on my heart
they take me away to times free from pain
and touches of love's flame
sweet they are, those lyrical love-songs of the night
things of beauty, joys cherished now and ever
borne on gentle breezes or wild winds
secret songs eternally perfect
melodies of gardens and harbors, art and poetry
they surround me in the warmth of your love
while I am leaving this plane for another
sing to me your serenades
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Diana…🌿
It has been only recently that I have started to sing the old songs that we both remember from way back when like Que sera sera.
But for some reason, she insists on lighthearted Stephen Foster… Camptown Races to make her laugh every night.
Ron