My gentle gracious Lady Nymph,
I beseech thee to lay my weary head upon thine warm and loving bosom.
So to spend quiet simple hours among meadow flowers and singing birds.
Far from speeding cars and unkind words.
Lay me at rest for a tender while.
Near crystal streams and willow trees to dream my dreams while time doth freeze.
Prithee lay me far from wall and stile.
Let flashing blue be halcyon led.
The scent of you, swim through my head.
My soul unfurl and limbs entwirl around yon Hazel tree.
May this walled in heart just fall apart.
And pure love flow in molten glow.
Our eyes eternally shine.
My dearest darling Lady Nymph,
I pray that under willow trees this very eve,
our tendril'd souls entwine.
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Far be it for me to grate my muse's delicate ear lugs.
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