Her eyes light up like a dark woodland jewel,
The glow in her cheeks has no wish to cool,
Her heart beats swift as a pheasant takes flight,
When the dogs of the hunters have their first sight.
Watching o’er her, the stars shine bright
Reflecting her love through the dark voidy night.
Something beats in the heart of the moor,
The wind rustles through every house door,
All whisper softly the name that reflects
The love that all should learn to accept.
The ground rumbles deep, and is torn apart,
Their silence is heard by the listening heart.
The wisest ones are those who will wait,
And not try to mess with cold icy fate,
The ones who respect without reason or cause,
Like a valley, green and calm, without inner flaws.
Soothing as a stream of past memories,
Her heart full of pain floats through me like a breeze.