Love’s Walk by L. M. Montes

I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels blow in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap the clouds.

And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.

The trees lie silent in the morning mist
outlining the light sea-green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
waft gracefully across the valley’s vast
expanse lying quietly
beneath the jagged white capped masters.

And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.



On winter’s ice with you I sail,
sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding.
The mirror beneath reflects our souls
telling our story of long ago.
Round and round we spin and swirl,
with winter’s white diamonds
falling gently as we twirl.

And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.