Serena's Serenade!

Oh, how blessed are they that hear it, Serena's serenade, For whoever stands there near it, Such beauty shall not fade... Her charms exude with every note That glides upon the air, As if she were the antidote To loneliness right there... And shall I dream of her this night And dance the night away, Confessing of the pure delight To see her body sway? And in that dream, would I propose And sweep her off her feet, As if through such a dream love flows And she makes me complete? Or should I now confess that love That swells my heart with joys, To swear that no girl stands above My cherished God-blessed choice? And would she serenade me still Upon our honeymoon, Or am I lost in thoughts that thrill, Too lovesick and too soon? Perhaps God could extend to me A serenade for her, That matched the beauty that I see, None other to prefer... Serena, may our songs entwine In future harmonies, When I am yours and you are mine, Each other's heart to please... Denis Martindale June 2016.