| She sprinkles me with sunshine She showers me with love She plays me with perfect melody And transcends the silence which I had felt She is my passion I treat her heart as if it were made of porcelain. I hold it so fragilely Like a child walking through the water Trying never to make a ripple. I treat it As a gardener treats a blossoming sunflower I treat it With a passion, greater than that of any artist creating their greatest work I treat it |
