For the reason the wind blows,
And the sky seem's to darken,
For every rose blossem's,
Then fades to the darkness,

As you push past an everlasting storm,
To a sea shining bright,
For now there is nothing but light,

I love thee with a ton or roses,
Swift arrows fly past the sky,
As you give the its poses,

But now i can think of nothing,
But to fly,