The Garden of England, our wingspans,
My father's castle within highlands
Lay in the county known as rangeland,
Beyond the gentle groves of vineland
My Lord rejoices in seven white steeds,
I fair daughter his worldly vanity
With songs as dewy pearls I satin weave,
As noble and gallant stallions run free
My Arabian carries moonlight joy,
Winning medallions his lineage of Troy
Riding my passion amid holly-groves,
Pleasure in aromatic buds of clove
One day we rode the path of virtue,
My stallion spars passion within you
You're riding in woods of Painted Ladies,
Wearing a disguise in the gentle breeze
Our magic steeds stood in enchantment,
In time lifting our hearts to heaven
I amuse the shadows of your beguile,
Roses and strawberries within your smile
I longed to remain with you awhile,
Then with a twinkle in your freestyle
You suggest in silhouette let's race,
You whisper in autumn maintain the pace
My stallion heeds under soft lilac trees,
Still, I could not catch your beautiful wings
You're miles ahead laughing by an abbey,
You reach out your hand lifting me gently
When our eyes fell inside one glance,
The Lord smiled and blessed our romance
Flames of passion aromas in clove dust,
Our love is tender golden and robust
Our flames tame a summer daze,
Above the English skies of haze
Fervor sun in tender desire,
Pleasure in our soaring higher
My measure of love is windy delight,
Your soul flutters in wings of inner sight
Tempest in the still beating of my heart,
In present we sail with the meadowlark
Born a lady of aristocracy,
Rise my knight in beauteous beauty
Is my victor's fortune still a dream,
Twilight eyes bend a flowing stream
Shall you beyond the veil of time,
Find I am there within your mind
Misty sublime in our perfume of yore,
Sailing eternity through heavens door








You make life beautiful for all those you care for, and this about you I so adore.. You mean so very much to me, and I do so appreciate you in all your lovely ways.
I truely love you, I do, I do, love you~


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