10-03-2019, 02:23 PM
The crimson of a rose
And the violet of moonlight
It is this I do suppose
That you are in my sight
Lovely, pleasant
Kind and gentle on my mind
Golden fields of Autumn
Pure blankets of white snow
Where your beauty comes from
Only the highest will know
Inspired, precious
Greatest treasure that I will find
Clear reflection of a stream
Deepest highland green
The smile that before me beams
The most lovely I have seen
Mysterious, rare
You race through my mind
Crystal glint of the mountain
Bronze vistas of the desert
Beauty springs forth as a fountain
And renders me inert
Gentle, understanding
A true love that binds
And the violet of moonlight
It is this I do suppose
That you are in my sight
Lovely, pleasant
Kind and gentle on my mind
Golden fields of Autumn
Pure blankets of white snow
Where your beauty comes from
Only the highest will know
Inspired, precious
Greatest treasure that I will find
Clear reflection of a stream
Deepest highland green
The smile that before me beams
The most lovely I have seen
Mysterious, rare
You race through my mind
Crystal glint of the mountain
Bronze vistas of the desert
Beauty springs forth as a fountain
And renders me inert
Gentle, understanding
A true love that binds