My Love

(Not the most original title, but hey)

My Love

Whispering winds reveal your name,
and it's sweeter than the nectar
of a thousand flowering trees.

Pale moonlight fil'tring through the mist,
In the shower of light I see your face,
its splendor putting blooms to shame.

Rainbow of color, spectrum beam.
Seeing its beauty I know your eyes,
their burning light dims e'en the stars.

Appointed time, blessed event
when at last I meet you, my true love.
'Twill be greater than my wildest dreams.

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July-31-87