Heart Of My Love Poem by Eva Mae Witt

In every woman's heart, she walks on the softest of whispers of dawn
as if in a whispering lonely bird passes her by fleetingly on
He heart and soul is singing to her lover come to me my sweetheart
I'll be yours as we walk upon the heavenly clouds of the night.

While the northern lights and stars crystallize upon our eyes so bright
My song starts to break as my vocal cords tell you we'll never part
my heart seems to yearn more for you my tender loving love
as if we could be flying on the wings of lovebirds like a white dove.