"A clouded moon creeps across the clouded sky
Winds of January sigh and moan
And yet it's June
I can see a sky of blue
Dear the miracle is due to you
Just you"

-Bing Crosby, June in January

I bask in the warmth of June's embrace,
my love sings a sweet refrain,
as lovely as you, my dear,
in endless love, I'll remain.
till oceans cease to flow, my dear,
and the sun dissolves to none,
through life's sands, my love holds near,
with each wave and each sun.
farewell for now, my dearest one,
but I shall return, a thousand smiles.