Captivated by a deeply trance.
Romanticly disabled when you start to dance.
Accentuated by your every word.
Zoned in an endless medley of your own accord.
Yearning to hold such a beauty that before me was unfold.

Listening to the sound of the singing birds.
Out in the fields where the sheeps gather in a herd.
Voices that whispers the songs of unspoken melody.
Endlessly echoing in such sweet harmony.