To You

A heart gleams when light is near, 

for it is to my pleasure that you drive away the drear. 

Standing before me, 

your blue eyes sing, 

it is your love I wish for you to bring. 

Darling, I hold you dear, 

for it is not so often we find each other clear. 

The sun leans, 

the moss grows,

the trees glean and the leaves throw. 

Your hand in mine, 

our hearts inches,

oh darling, it is clear our love cinches.