Whispering Winds

My lady fair dost call me upon the whispering winds,
calling out my name so soft and tenderly
within the silent, dark night.
Within my mind; the beauty of her face remains
etched there forever,
as I lay within this cold bed alone.
Longing so much to be with her,
to feel the warmth of her body against mine,
and taste her passionate embrace again.
The touch of her hand upon my face,
wanting to reveal all
that my heart does hold for her.

My lady fair dost call me upon the whispering winds,
words of devotion does she speak
as my heart yearns in anguish for her.
So deep is the love that we share,
that I can not...shall not....
look upon another maiden's face the same.
For their is nothing that could compare
to the beauty of my beloved,
for she is more than mere beauty to the eyes.
Such fire and grace within her,
heart so pure with all she dost care about.
Never to be seen by many,
shown to me, touching my heart so
beyond that which I have never felt before.

My lady fair dost call me upon the whispering winds,
her heart longing for us to be together again.
So we could share the love we have,
entwined in each others arms
not wanting to let go of this embrace,
To be enveloped within the passion which we had
that time at the park by the lake.
Holding each other so close,
embraced in a passionate kiss,
as the lake breeze gently blows around us.
Within that moment the world melted away,
leaving only a paradise for only us,
where we could let our love roam.
How I long to share a moment like that again,
with my lady fair.

My lady fair dost call me upon the whispering winds,
calling upon me, back into her tender graces,
And I call her back,
"soon my love shall I be with you again
and let my heart reveal this love to you.
Soon shall I be with you my  love....
my lady fair.