O lady of soft and  light   i love  you  as  our hands and  spirts  join   in thanksgiving and our lips  sing  praise  for these sacred  moments of  time  perhaps  it can be said that  this love  is more than that of wide eyed children standing before a room  full of presents or with unending  tickets to Disneyland as Vips.Upon your  mind  i  long  to beat  out a soft and  tender  rhytm of passion like African  warrriors did on ancient drums  .