y love has
secret power to set a room
Ablaze with color in the harsh, dark night.
She has the power to make the dark-set gloom
Of winter chill awash with clear dream-light.
Her power beams from her rich smile all glowing.
Its wonder warms Decemberís dull, damp skies.
Her power beams from her brown eyes all knowing.
Iím the thrall made captive by her eyes.
She brings sweet dreams which fill my eager heart
And frees my weary muscle from dull pain.
Has she found the old mythís burning dart
Which Cupid left to make my loss her gain?
Her magic fire cools the scorching sun,
Yet her flame warms my dancing heart to fun.