Love Song 1809

You are the sunshine to my eye
Pretty starlight in the sky
Soft wet breeze of mid July
Darling, smile don't sigh.
You are the sailor to the land
Tippie toes in damp sand
Bright bows to my head band
Precious, hold my hand
You are the bumble to my bee
Strange bristles of the tree
Fluffy clouds on a spree
Mon cher amour sourire