Maid of the mist, in the dawn, when you came to me
swathed in the rays of Aurora’s gold light.
Deep in my heart, I knew then, you were meant to be
destiny, dawning, in deep, darkest night.
Lady of love, in my youth’s manic misery,
gorgeous and gleaming like goddess above;
you, above everyone else, were the world to me:
tranquil and tender as dream’s dulcet dove.
Venus, through air, curled around, like the morning mist
‘neath silver moon, at the harvesting time.
By farm’s rustic gate, in the dark, where we first kissed,
we sowed sacred seeds of romantic rhyme.
Maid madly missed, in the twilight, you came to me,
shrouded in starlight and warm lunar beams.
Down by the shore, where the waves sang in harmony
you turned my nightmares to deep, dazzling dreams.