Fields Of Love Poem by Brian Routh

As we walk hand in hand through the fields of yellow corn
Our voices singing with the innocence of childhood.
We talk of castles and grand things.
The wind carries our words to the clouds.
The sun warms us and fills us with Divine energy.
We are as if born anew into a new world
Of magic and of wonder.
We laugh and play and fall into each others' arms.
Lying together in the tall grass we make love
With such passion and such deep love
That the Angels gather to ward off any dark spirit
That should dare to enter into our sanctuary of pure joy.
Tired from our lovemaking we lie in each others' arms
And sweetly dream the same dream.
A dream of flying through the white clouds hand in hand.
Oh what love this is
To have found you after all these years.
Searching the sands of time for you my love.
You are my twin soul.
I love you more than ever now.
To kiss you and feel you in my arms
Once more is a gift from God to me.
The Heavens opened up and beamed you into my life.
You and I are in perfection together now.
I love you.