The rhythm of the wind, refreshing the tress, Holds the essence of life. On my knees, Praising the gift of you, my wife. Such warm light you bring my life.
Never again, deny the wisdom of each muse, Could fate ever be so generous or remind. The scent of a sea rising over a summer sun, Brings the secret of joy and love in each day. How can I sing your soul’s beauty, your praise ? There, your heart, your eyes, I am ever won.