Dear Hearts

Red roses of summer gathered for his sweet With gems of the fairest, his gift is complete. Oh how he yearns for the love he needs so The only 'dear heart' he wishes to know. She speaks with softness and delicate smile The picture he sees is of elegance and style. Moving towards her, they sing joyously Violins tell a story, a song ever to be. Come has the good life each night and day Silence is golden ~ few words can they say. A fair queen he beholds from heaven above Chaste as an angel, and pure as a dove.