To all those who sincerely miss their loved ones for one reason or another.
May I escape with you,
in the dead of the night,
to the place of our love,
under the woods.... within the shrubs,
Filled with the melody of cheering birds,
and harmony of crickets,
the land of our first love.
May I walk with you in my arms,
under the glare of the seductive full moon,
without the cognisance of envious men,
escorted by silent whistle of the breeze,
by the cool... night beach,
the land of our first love.
May I caress you where no jealousy stares,
please tip toe with me to our abode,
to the seashore where time is immeasurable,
to the calm sea where haste is forbidden,
where the moon never sets,
the land where the sun doesn't rise,
to the seclusion of our own love nest
Seronei Chelulei Cheison
Copyright ©2006 Seronei Chelulei Cheison
