Love, Listen

You, my love, will always have, my heart

The Meadow

I go to the meadow to see what I know best,

Beckoning hills and dales these feet long to wonder,

As I lay upon thy bed of peace, we become one, rest.

Harmony thy fields bestow, far from urban ponder.

Soft fragrant winds sigh musings of a dream,

Red berries hem thy melodious flower bed, I taste.

Within this relish I think of thee, with sunbeams

Embracing each peak and blossom, I soon make haste.

I rise and make for a distant woven wood,

Where autumn leaves release red, orange, yellow.

With a soft tap I dance with thy stems whilst good

Linnets resonate, greeting my beautiful fellow.