Before the Onset of Love

Upon that tranquil hillside's crest,

Where nature's beauty finds its rest,

I wandered lost in pensive thought,

A tale of love that my memory brought.

 

A boy, a maiden and their hearts unknown,

In whispered winds were their feelings sown,

Her grace a dance, her smile a stream,

A presence more than life like a poet's dream.

 

Ere love's tempestuous waves did rise,

Beneath the vast and open skies,

I glimpsed her in the golden light,

A vision so fair, pure and bright.

With sunlit dawn, I'd chance a gaze,

Captivated by her beautiful and gentle ways,

Yet veiled in shadow did my mind remain,

Failing to know her heart's refrain.

 

The woodlands echoed with my sighs,

As the stars adorned the evening skies,

To speak of love, my tongue did stall,

And seemed lost in the forest's ancient thrall.

 

But on that eve, 'neath moonlit beams,

Beside a brook of whispered dreams,

I found the courage, love's soft call,

To let my heart's deep ardour fall.

 

With a trembling voice, I bared my soul,

To tell her my heart's true goal,

Her eyes like two pools of mystery,

Reflecting back a love's sweet history.

 

Her voice, a melody through the trees,

A symphony of whispers in the breeze,

Two souls entwined, a sacred rhyme,

A dance of hearts transcending time.

 

Ode to Nature's art, so wondrous, fair,

In this sonnet of love, beyond compare,

Before the onset of affection's grace,

Two souls found solace in love's embrace.