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;