A Song of True Love

I sit here, alone, plucking the silver strings of my guitar,
Listening to the notes ring out on the empty air.
Just once I wish you could have heard me play,
Just once by the shore on a calm night.
Where the full-moon colors the gentle sea silver,
I would play for you a song of true love,
The sound of the lapping waves in the background.
To see you smile when the red wine stains your lips,
The perfume of the single red rose, thick on the air,
Mixing with that of the wine and the salt of the sea.
Just once more I wish you could be here with me...