Beneath the shroud of sylvan shade,

Two lovers danced where soft winds played.

In forest depths, where mosses grew,

And tender boughs let sunlight through.

There, hand in hand, they strolled as one,

In whispered vows ’neath setting sun;

With every step, their pulses beat

In time with earth, so wild and sweet.

By rippling brook and fern-filled glade,

They cast their cares and garments laid

Bare to the streams that softly swayed,

In tender pools where moonlight played.

They swam like swans in silver’d light,

In waters pure and starry bright.

Their bodies thrust in passion’s fire,

Yet love transcended mere desire.

When lips met soft as new blooms curl,

It seemed as if the buds unfurled

Sweet honeysuckle kissed the air,

Their scent of love, divine and rare.

And in those woods, their hearts found grace,

In every glance, each warm embrace.

Nature bore witness to their vow,

As blossoms crowned each sacred bough.

Through verdant realms, their spirits twined,

A love so pure, by earth enshrined.

In woods, in streams, in sky above,

Two hearts as one, forever love.