Where beauty lays in waiting…
Amongst the Lilys of the Valley in bloom–
You can find the deer and the antelope scampering…
Through the wild growing fields of sweet perfume;
The streams and the brooks are without number…
Crystal clear to a soft azure blue—
Running untamed ‘cross pebbles of time–
Flowing in the direction of: YOU! ;
My beloved, you are my darling—
Sure as your shining armor is of Gold—
Wearing your banner of sweet love—
In the valley where true love n’er grows old;
Total bliss we two have found…
In the meadows and valleys of our time…
Given freely-our devotion to one another—
Overjoyed-now knowing-at last-you are mine;
The Essence
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