I Love Thee

Take me to the forest

Where the gods play silently

Under the great branches.

We speak in a whisper

And you take my hand.

You and I under the oak.

Haming gods

Take our breath away.

They won't hear us

And we are, forever.

We'll lie in the shadows

The scent of grass.

And I hope to make with a smile

And not a sigh,

Under the starlit sky.