From the tops of pink mountains,
Down flow the pure cherry streams.
On the flower bed of valleys,
Lay intimacy in dreams.
From the love birds chirp,
Their feathers across the sky,
To the wings on a kiss,
That hover past your eyes.
From the wind of murmurs,
Caressing your perfect curves,
To the soft song of crickets
Soothing your tight nerves.
From the mystic lights,
In a galaxy so far,
To the brilliance in you,
Outlined by a north star.
From the sweet drops of sweat,
Tickling down your spine.
To the sprinkle of your heart,
When your lover says, “You’re mine!”
To a place of tender care,
Beauty represented by doves.
Follow me to a beautiful place,
A place I call Love…
