A serenading Whisper in Return. Love is the Message.

I awakening to a sweet parade of music, marching inside of my head, And it is so slow and mellow. My heart dances to it's melody.  Like a flame to a moth,  yet what is a flame to a King. Kindle wood to turn a flame into a bonfire. And her song is burning inside my head. Warming my soul warming my bed. Serenades seducing me with beautiful love songs. That are flickering red, and I reach out to touch it. This forest has a desire to be burned, with love in kind, and love in turn. Her love songs are going to burn this forest down. Just to return. I love your Sweet Serenade my Queen.  So play on, so mellow, and soft. Play on.