The brooks nestle with grace
merging into a river with a gentle flow,
The moon illumines the heavenly face,
using a gleam in the night\'s glow.
Yet why not me and you, my maiden?
why not our fervours\' propensity show?
Behold how the moon rays interlace
with the earth in a silvered hue,
and see how the Gales interlace
and whisper the magic that they pursue
then why not me and you, my maiden?
Why does the essence of our love not imbue?
See how those peaks kiss the skies above
that the stars extoll in their astral dance
with birds singing the songs of love
whose melodies knit a divine romance.
But why not me and you, my maiden?
Why not give our hearts a chance?
The Heavens yearn to meet the shore
and rains yearn to satiate the thirst they seek,
See how flowers bloom for women to adore
which would embellish her enigmatic mystique
But why not me and you, my maiden?
Why shall not our souls speak?
If Nature’s elements find their way
to bless our union, hand in hand,
then let\'s put our love on display
that would beautify our relation grand
For I am yours, and you are mine, my maiden
and let this minstrelsy of our love expand.