Young Love

A boy and a girl So young, so in love... Standing in the garden, holding hands I love you, my love, he whispers The intense rays of love in his eyes melting her soul, molding them as one, searing their love together... I love you too my darling, she sighs And drawing into his strong arms, Protected and warm, contented, With her head on his chest, sealed in love, she lies... There, in the garden, where the white frangipani bloom, With the pond with its lilies wafting a magical tune Blessed by the Love that flows from the chapel In the garden we stand, You and I.