On My Love, Anne

On My Love, Anne
Two glasses of glistening wine are your eyes
Turn which my sorrow to a negligible size
Making me peak to bliss and to ecstasy rise
They free my soul and my body nearly dies
Let our hearts reflect what our eyes do
In me yourself you see and I myself in you
Let’s merge together as one be us not of two
Such, there’s no you and I, no who is who
Let our eyes meet and bliss of love peak
Wonder I how they with no language speak ?
Let my hand leap and your hand seek
Let waves of joy in our bodies streak
Let us walk barefooted on a dense grassland
Fingers into fingers, hand in hand
Let me every step glimpse your glitter and charms
Let me hold you tight, you resting in my arms