Misty Love

The Misty morn has come to prey,
To bring along a wonderful new day,
And, I think of my love my dear love,
Whilst listening to a crooning Dove,
No sweeter love I have ever met,
No sweeter love I will ever meet,
So sure so long a lasting treat.
There is no love so true so pure,
Then that of which I find in you,
While I sit here and take in the morn,
I think of Men, oh lots of things,
But ever in my thoughts I see,
My love again my love again
Through misty ways of thoughts I pour,
As ever on aloft I soar,
Over cloud and mist down lofty hill,
And sitting down beside a rill,
I think of men of love and you,
and knowing that we will be forever true,
Oh can it be it can be for me and you,
To live and love as others do

copyright2001 David Roberts