To Sophia (Valentine's Day 1957)
I cannot say in mere words, my dear
How
much you mean to me
But my thoughts of you possess me
And my will is no longer free.
But my thoughts of you possess me
And my will is no longer free.
Your
loving face enchants me
I anticipate your smile
I dream you're walking toward me
In your graceful, swan-like style.
I anticipate your smile
I dream you're walking toward me
In your graceful, swan-like style.
A
heavenly inclination
Must have brought me love like this
The world stands still, and my life begins
When I sense your treasured kiss.
Must have brought me love like this
The world stands still, and my life begins
When I sense your treasured kiss.
I
humbly lay before you
These thoughts I hold so dear
Take them to your heart, my sweet
My very soul is centered there.
These thoughts I hold so dear
Take them to your heart, my sweet
My very soul is centered there.