When your Beauty is fine wine,
All the stars shall hymn sublime,
While the roses and sunflowers,
Are bowing,
To the Midnight moon,
They are dreaming,
With our infinite love,
You caress more sweetly,
What you let go,
Like the wind,
through your honey tousled hair,
When our love flows,
We are Spring fireflies,
And your Soul is honey waterfalls,
When you love me,
As you love yourself,
We entwined ou
