Beautiful Lover
Most true eyes
Deep and alive
Hold mysteries and magic
And a soul that can only survive
In the woodlands of faery
Where the river runs singing
Through trees so old they remember
The beginning of time
And of our love
We are held in embrace
Skin meeting skin
Forest awakens
Eyes locked an evergreen trance
Rolling around in the leaves
Laughter echoes through the trees
And we have as we please...