From the tops of pink mountains,
Down flow the pure cherry streams,
On the flower beds of valleys,
Lay intimacy in dreams,

From the love birds chirp,
Their feathers across the sky,
To the wings on a kiss,
That hover past your eyes,

From the wind of murmurs,
Caressing your pefrect curves,
To the soft song of crickets,
Soothing your tight nerves,

From mystic lights,
In a galaxy so far,
To the brilliance of you,
Outlined by a north star,
From the sweet drops of sweat,
Tickling down your spine,
To the sprinkle of your heart,
When your lover says “your mine”,

To a place of tender care,
Beauty represented by doves,
Follow me to a beautiful place,
A place we call, Love