A graceful wind whisps over
You fine silk hair,
Freeing the scent from your mind
Passing onto me.

Driven by passion
I glide down to you
Wrapping my arms around your waist
Warming us both in a flame of affection.

A free voice surrounds us
Telling us of what we already know.
That our kindling will never be extinguished,
And like a binding contract, that our future’s already been writ for us.

Picking up a single stray flower,
And placing it in your hair,
It lights up what already is beauty itself,
Bringing complete harmony over all.