Marry it with a rose,
Whistle free with love,
The breeze breathes as she goes,
My heart is in a cave.
Resemble my desires,
As water gives one life,
Foremost to what aspires,
Whom becomes my wife.
Her shadow dances on the wall,
Knee high skirt and silky hair.
Silhouettes in flame befall,
Her wants so fair.
Alas t’was intertwined with blood,
Alone upon the stone I stood.
Bearing witness to her beauty,
As the mountain creeks were broody.
Our eyes they met, she took my hand,
A shadow we\'d become.
Forever painted in the stone,
Our love, ne\'er to be undone.