When I imagined Love
When I wished for someone to speak softly in my ear
and say such lovely words my heart would quake.
I imagined someone with such resonance of voice
not hearing them would only make my heart break.
Then I imagined words with soft melodic sounds
reverberating gently through my ear.
So when I closed my eyes awaiting symphony
the grandure of it I began to hear.
From far away I heard approaching violins
with their rapport expressed in harmony.
The baritone reply, then came from vibrant cellos.
And how imagined music sang to me!
There I spent my time in wondrous rapture,
thinking, no more perfect could it be
until I turned my head and then with open eyes
I listened to the words you said to me.