The eyes of my love are as green as the sea:
The sea as created, mysterious, deep:
The jewel of my treasure, my gift from the Master...
The clear ocean waters against the white beach.
The soul of my love is a river that rages
Or silently sweeps by on quicksilver paths
From the mountains of hope
To the haven of ships
That rest by the shore of the sea
Of clear glass.
The heart of my love is a pool from a spring,
Reflecting the sky in the face of her deep.
The mountains of snow
And the lights of the heavens
Dance when she trembles
And rest when she sleeps.
The hand of my true love is touch to my senses,
Letting me know I have feeling again.
The gift of a lifetime to have and to hold:
A flame for the heart, and well-hidden within.
The laugh of my love is a joy of the angels.
The toss of her hair is a study in silk,
Her eyebrows an archway, her neck a fair column
To buttress the home where my love awaits. Still,
Do you want to know what my love is to me?
Name the green of her eyes
Or the source of their springs.
