To be loved is a bower of roses br Heavy with warm, scenting the deepest curve br Of my soul, or hours of rainbows, floating br Colour into my mind, and observing br How they gleam light onto secret dreams my br Heart melts in a smile. To feel I am loved br Fills me with true tree-green peace. Cloudless sky br Impregnates bluest of blue in me. Above br All I walk straight now, taller, sedately br Measuring time with hope. Love showing how, br If patience reigns, our day will not be late br In arriving. It will appear, allowing br Love it's own space. Destiny, fulfilling br Fate's call, I shall be loved then, as God wills.