If there were a trellis under the balcony outside my window,
would you visit me in the light of the full moon and sing the praises of my
love? Would you stand below and court my heart by tickling my ears with your clever
phrases and use sound pictures to take me places? Would the purity of your love
permeate the structures that separate us and enter into my soul to show your
self, true self to me? Would you, as a gentleman, if I met you in the garden
underneath my window nervously smile as I walk shyly by? What’s this has our
love brought a tear to my eye?
Would you on a warm summer night take my hand under radiant
moonlight and lead me in a dance to the song of our beating hearts? As I look
into your eyes reflecting the light from the moon, can you see my heart that
burns because I love you? Now we follow garden paths, wandering in this maze,
taking in the scent of luscious flowers, wishing this moment to go on for days.
All too soon our journey comes to an end and we are back to where we began. We
stand here beneath the trellis and what will you do, what can we say? And as
you draw me close I hear those words that push away doubt and fear as you
breathe out gently, “I love you dear.”
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