Come into the Forest Where Spring Blooms
Come into the forest where spring is in bloom,
Run over stones, be like the wind in its plume,
On tender grass and furrowed fields newly sown,
Hide behind branches, a moment alone.
With arms wide open, find me in the dark,
To hold you close, to leave love’s mark.
Slowly, then, I’ll lift your veil,
To see your longing eyes so frail.
You’ll sit upon my lap so near,
Just you and I, just you, my dear.
The oaks will shower crowns of flowers
On your hair, like golden hours.
Your curls fall gently on your brow,
Slowly, slowly, in secret somehow.
A burning kiss, full of heated fire,
On your lips—like cherries—of sweet desire.
As if in slumber, in this harmony,
The forest bends in silent plea.
Petals fall and cool the air,
Their scent sinks deep, beyond compare.
