Love - Romantic Mostly (Paperback)

Tell me Love Tell me love, how do you see, The world, is it a scent from heaven, Or may'be a dance on sand by the Ocean, Is it an eye on Orion belt, or may'be an Illusion, to see the world from your Pretty fingertips, to un-break the clouds, From the eastern wind, a confession of your touch, A Flower in the glair of your form, Where you're from, is it a far saying that freed Your arms to spring a far faint of a quiet storm, To you I'll surrender from the bottom of love, To the top, and I'll be tender to closeness in The May of desert to the may of December.