I've a passion for long summer eves my gaze blurred and deceived by the trickle of red wine passing my poetry lips. Kiss a falling star, catch it on my tongue gently sip the golden glow from my parted lips. The willow's cool shade the gardenia's perfume accompany my lute and song and the pleasures of you. We wade in the crystal waters of the winding brook our dance on the mossy bank fills my heart. I said you were a king of past your whisper flushed my cheeks Underneath this full spring moon I sang my love to you.

I Have a Passion