First I saw the look in your blue eyes,
seeing something there, something that ties...
Words you spoke, images in mind,
days of old, knights and maidens, gardens of gold.
Modern Towers you built here, with your strong hands,
Ancient Towers standing still, in far way lands...
I kiss your cheek as you travel afar,
thinking of you where ever you are...
My heart goes with you as you travel south,
yearning for one more kiss, from your sweet mouth.
Return to me beloved, as time stands still.
I light a fire from our highest hill,
to light your way both night and day,
You mean more to me than words can say...
— Marla Star, Fairbanks