THE LOVE SICK RIVER
I was in a vision, or maybe a dream;
by the Lovesick River, by the heavenly stream.
A place of great beauty, all tranquil and blest;
in the myrtle trees by the river, the lovebirds do nest.
Charming, so charming, the birds and the bees;
couples holding hands, walking among the trees.
And the power of Love, filled all the air;
with true affection, and kisses to share.
All those who passed by, where Lovesick I'm sure;
they showed all the right symptoms, Love is the cure.
They walked starry-eyed, their minds not really there;
they seemed to be thinking, of a place even more fair.
Sweet melody I could hear, by that river so fair;
there seemed to be magic, alive in the air.
I saw a young boy, Lovesick as can be;
he sat beneath a sweet myrtle tree.
A girl I then saw, as Lovesick as the boy;
their eyes sparkled, with incredible joy.
She sat down beside the boy, so gracefully;
and she leaned back on, that sweet myrtle tree.
It was so special, loved filled the air;
I wondered if even, I should be there.
Gently he touched her hand, in that wonderful place;
I saw a sweet smile, come over her face.
No worry no stress, and certainly no fear;
by the Lovesick River, peaceful and still.
I saw them kiss, and then kiss again;
I heard them sigh, now and then.
Even the birds that I saw in the air;
flew not alone, but traveled in pairs.
By the Lovesick River, astoundingly beautiful;
the happiness I felt was really indescribable.
By the Lovesick River, time has no meaning;
just perpetual affection, is that state of being.
By the Lovesick River, I want to live;
and to my Dear Darling, sweet kisses to give.
More wonderful this place, than I have ever known;
Love's own special magic, Love's own special home.
May every person, someday kneel;
by the Lovesick river, it's happiness to feel.
I pray that all people, might eventually go;
by the Lovesick River, Love's magic to know.
And find their own vision of Love, there to see;
and forever to dwell in Love's family.