Innocent Infatuations

I am in love With poetry With flowers and pastry And talents and upholstery I am in love With the soil and sky And mountains very high And winds and breeze that blows with style I am in love With the gyrating wormhole And the timed UFOs And the vibrations and the poles I am in love With the cloud and rains And storms of gushes running the drain And the visions on plain I am in love With the altitudes And intense pretense of attitudes And the emptiness of solitude I am in love With you and you only And your scent which is holy And your gaits which describe you wholely I am in love With none but you And your words which are true And your simple world too.