THE THOUGHT OF YOU

Why does the thought of you make me want to do something sensational - just for you? Why does the thought of you make me long to soar high overhead on angel's wings and swooping, gather you in my arms and holding you fly with you to see with you the most beautiful things on earth?
Why does the thought of you make me want to do something sensational - just for you? Why does the thought of you make me long to write a symphony just for you that lifts your heart and gives you joy, its remembrance warming you all the rest of your life?
I want to play the violin for you, a solo just for you whose melody transports you into a realm of such transcendental beauty that as you smile, tears of delight stream from your eyes.
I want to write such lines for you that tell my love for you beyond the power of words to say.