Hymn to Love

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You’re the sun, my love,
The eternal star of my life,
You chase darkness from mine heart;
I love to watch you in the morning rise
Walks with you till go down.

You are the moon, my love,
Shining in my dark life
A sliver of you in mine heart
Illuminates the night dome
When you rise,
Calms my nerves at cock crow
When you set;

You’re the stars, my dove,
The million faces of love
The billion cupids in the sky above
That twinkles just for me as I live
To love and fall in love
With the night;


You’re the sea, my love
The waters of my life
A sail on you never hurt,
You’re the calmness in turbulence
Lovers love the voyages.
  
You’re the waves, my love
You rise and hit the cliffs
No further do you go
When you come into mine arms
There does ya’ torrential heart find solace.

 You’re the Kalahari and Sahara,
The oasis of untold love
Adorned with dunes so beautiful
Sandstorms find us strong and safe
In where we belong –
The arms we love
Singing sweet songs to each other
Hymns of love to the love we have.

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