From the tops of pink mountains down

From The Tops Of Pink Mountains
Down Flow The Pure Cherry Streams
On The Flower Beds Of Valleys
Lay Intimacy In Dreams
From The Love Birds Chirp
Their Feathers Across The Sky
To The Wings On A Kiss
That Hover Past Your Eyes
From The Wind Of Murmurs
Caressing Your Pefrect Curves
To The Soft Song Of Crickets
Soothing Your Tight Nerves
From Mystic Lights
In A Galaxy So Far,
To The Brilliance Of You,
Outlined By A North Star,
From The Sweet Drops Of Sweat,
Tickling Down Your Spine,
To The Sprinkle Of Your Heart,
When Your Lover Says “Your Mine”,
To A Place Of Tender Care,
Beauty Represented By Doves,
Follow Me To A Beautiful Place,
A Place We Call, Love