In moon- kissed fields, winsomely yields
to flowering delights --
in bloom of youth, one speaks the truth,
while dreaming of hot nights.
In nature's gleam, warm flowing stream,
a heavenly duvet.
Bluebells abreast, I simply rest,
as thoughts of you gain sway.
There'll be no doubt, a love devout,
uniquely rarefied,
brings untold bliss, I'd surely miss,
should this heart be denied.
So from the ground where blooms abound
I'll pluck those wish-makers...
Pressed to my lips, first seedling slips
along perfumed acres.
They bare my dreams, this love it seems
was truly meant to be --
our passion’s seed has found its need,
now sprouts in you and me.
With gratitude, shall now conclude
my life's forever changed --
it's only you, pulling me through,
souls perfectly arranged.
