Aquarian passion from the sea,
a joy to hold was thee,
you filled my heart with love and
laughter, since unknown to me.
You graced my life on moonlit nights,
with whispered words of love,
as angels danced upon the trees,
a choir sang above.
I long to hear your georgian voice,
in ecstasy once more,
as waves of passion from the sea,
come crashing to the shore.
If natures trees will shed their leaves,
in Douglaston this fall,
Then we will meet and love again
at Aphrodites ball.