I Love You, Dear

Like whispers on the summer breeze,
Your presence beckons me,
I run my fingers through your hair,
It fills my heart with glee.

The kisses from your lips are like,
A taste of paradise,
And when you look into my eyes,
The look is, oh, so nice.

I smell your perfume in the air,
Or is it in my mind?
No matter if I'm far or near,
It's like we are entwined.

I'll never get enough of you,
Our future is so clear,
I'll give you of my heart and soul,
I really love you, Dear.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul