Strange are the ways

Strange are the ways

Of the heart

Given so freely

Easily broken

Tenderly spoken

Are the words

Of a lover

Whispered discreetly

Heard by no other

Aimed at the heart

No finer thing can be

Than the love

I feel for thee

Gently persuasive

A voice on the breeze

The murmur of trees

Proclaiming love

Beyond sound

Unbound

The magic

Of majesty, romance

And dance