The scent has just hit the earth,
tenderly it has taken birth,
the childish arms come my way,
with a motion that is oh so gay.
Lovingly it smiles at me,
a family becoming complete when it goes from I to we,
the eyes I must not tell,
they after all are not so well,
the eyes are beautiful but what a plight,
those blue - blue eyes have no sight.
Yet with wings,
Yes, oh!! With those snowy white wings,
it quietly makes its way into my heart like in the clear sky does a dove,
To, just like his mother Aphrodite,
give everyone the gift of love.
