I hear rolling drums from afar,
Thundering,
With yearns of your presence,
Within,
The lyrics of an unsung melody,
Kissing,
Your trembling finger tips.
I hear sensuous saxophone in the air,
Inspiring,
The craftsman that sculpts your expression,
Artistically,
Portraying the phenomenal beauty,
Speechlessly,
In the mirror that echoes in silence.
I hear your voice in the wind,
Whispering,
The pledge of the breezy autumn,
Sensationally,
Erupting my senses of loving you,
Wholly,
When your hands clasped mine.
