The scent of the morning mist lingering in the air,
An aura filled with sweet dreams of a jasmine's breathtaking tide,
As it gently sways from you to me in perfect harmony.
I hear the wind as it brushes past the green of leaves,
The rustle of nature dallying like ourselves under the sycamore tree,
Whispering sweet nothing, and caressing me in its *****,
Softly sending me on a walk, chasing dreams and catching stars in my sleep.
Under the shadow of the former we stand as I pull you closer and within reach,
Usher in a new beginning of our love to last and our dreams to lead.
Knowing that your gaze dances slowly on my skin,
Under the sun, a hint of brown tan.
Watch you place your hand on my chest
And listen to the rhythm of a heart gone wild.
Wishes awaken, passion on fire,
As you kiss me softly, yet steal my breath,
As you sweep me off in urgent desire.
I can no longer hear, all noises subdued by the beating of my heart.
Under the shade of a sycamore tree,
You first showed me what it feels to be in love
And forget all the pain and misery.