The breeze flows through the blossom trees
Touching the petals consecutively
Like a minor wildfire
Dancing among the air.

Stepping through this blaze of nature
A sweet song flows through to accompany
The fire light.

Turning to the source with my ears
I can hear your sweet song, my love.
Passing along the edge of my soul
Filling me with that speciality that belongs to only you.

Carried by your song along with the blossoms
I can feel your essence holding my heart.
Guided to where my heart searches,
You are what I find.

Singing that sweet song like a guiding light,
Showing me to where my heart could find final contentment.
Finally at that point to determine reality from fantasy,
My hand lightly glides over your cheek, discovering the warmth
that is within.

One more test is what I take.
A first kiss is what I give, with beauty and love
And the purity of my heart.

Looking into the eyes of my long lost Angel,
Holding you close enough so that I can never lose you,
I ask one more thing,
"My love…sing that sweet song for me one more time."