When there is love 

There are songs above ...

When there is a breeze 

Which blows through the trees

The songs float on the breeze

And words of love float on leaves

Which descend to the ground

As these words are bound

In musical medleys which sound

Out their rhythms all around

And the lilt of their flavor

Gives hope to all who favor

Real emotion whose passion

Shows strong its fashion



- Tristram