I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
......
In my mind I'm reminiscing, walking backwards in memory,
To the gilded edges of time, when you first laid eyes on me,
In a beautiful hummingbird hour, of the orange sunflower,
And days and nights eclectic, as a vivid fireworks shower!
Under clear skies of sapphire, in very youthful days of May,
I saw you for the first time, when gardens offered bouquets,
In the midst of the rosy season, and the moonstruck nights,
I discerned love at first sight, in wildflower days-that's right!
IT was the charming month of May,
When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe—
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes—
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus.—Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
......
I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
......
In my mind I'm reminiscing, walking backwards in memory,
To the gilded edges of time, when you first laid eyes on me,
In a beautiful hummingbird hour, of the orange sunflower,
And days and nights eclectic, as a vivid fireworks shower!
Under clear skies of sapphire, in very youthful days of May,
I saw you for the first time, when gardens offered bouquets,
In the midst of the rosy season, and the moonstruck nights,
I discerned love at first sight, in wildflower days-that's right!
IT was the charming month of May,
When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe—
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes—
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus.—Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
......