“My heart grows fonder every time I hear
The music that you play O Beloved.
They claim not to hear, for they don’t care
For songs which make flames sway O Beloved.
The names devined by the beatific dancers
Form a graceful bouquet O Beloved;
A bouquet of lights swaying crystal clear,
Emblazoning your way O Beloved.
Unbearable love that my heart does bear
Has driven my mind fey O Beloved.”
Written : 7th May 2013. (My late father’s birthday)