I'm walking in my grove on this lovely summer
When dew drops seem like perfect gems,
The trees are holding an enchanting glamour
And squirrels play upon the knaggy stems.

The smell is overwhelming
So rich, such a delight
The scene is so confusing
It hurts one's pounding heart.

But I can't see these charms surrounding,
I'm bedazzled by the light.
Coming from your eyes my darling,
While I'm holding you so tight