Song of Love

My heart, it dances this eve,
Like spray upon the sea.
My hear, it overflows with joy,
For my love, he comes to me.
Raise me a dais all hung with silk
And plumped with satin down,
Where we may rest and speak our love
When my love, he comes to town.
Like golden butterflies on wing
Like wildflowers upon the lea
My heart is far happier than all these
For my love, he comes to me.


Written like a verse from a song.