Thank You

Come dear come, lend me your hand

Together shall we tread the distant land

Look in my eyes and there you’ll find

The depths of my love, pure in its kind

Let’s not talk, for silence though mute

Enables you to hear the breath in the flute

The mountains though high, a river craves the sea

A bird shuns the golden cage and desires to be free

You dwell in my thoughts, my language and word

I can read you without your being heard

I thank you for your love that expects no return

Yet ever the same fire of love in me shall burn