Blessed Atmosphere
Something changes in the air near my girl
whenever we're around;
all sorrow flees and peacefully
love's light abounds.
Sadness dies at her voice.
When her eyes alight
she is the only of all girls,
when her hand shows her mind
she's the only sweet thing in the world.
Sweetness has long guarded her fortress.
The castle of her peace has long remained
against a lustful world,
unable to understand its desires
in the purity of this true girl.
Yet now the air has changed.
A sweet soft breeze blows her to me
and dissipates my fear,
that I could ever be sad
in our blessed atmosphere.
DH ([email protected])