I gave to you the all of me
beneath the elm aside the babbling stream.
I left for you my destiny
as the winds did carry you to my dreams.

A dream of love and passion’s heat
to boil the fires of chilling winter nights.
A dream of hope and wishes three
where once a kiss did fuel the torches bright.

As lovers dance an oaken vat
To sip the cup beneath four shining eyes.
And vines still climb the trellis white
in search the shedding snows from mountains high.

For when the spring brings forth the mist
of morning air and birds that fill the skies,
I’ll give to you the best of me
before the moon awakes to lover’s sighs.

And from this humble best of me
A dream shall come to rest within your breast.
As lovers live in ecstacy
beside the hearth in fantasy and rest.