the little bits of spark in my treasured moment
rendevous shared in fancy smiles of an endowment
the charm of priceless time in the world of our own
a dwelling place of serenity that hearts have known

stood a while in reminiscent of joy that passed as by
the echoing laughter that lingers on as my thoughts fly
the warmth of your arms to feel from the freezing cold
staying beside me i have you and your hands to hold

the enchanting world of our dreams in bits of thought
a mind out of great desolation that now we have sought
let us live in a place only for our souls and no one else
the ecstasy of the magical world in the haven of spells

where love is born and reborn in every minutes and time
we could start to love over again and never be a crime
freely conveyed and unveiled pureness without hesitation
behold in my very bits of thought only in grave fascination

in watercolor painting by suzette portes san jose