The Forest path

I walk the woodland path
with her grace, gentle as
the breeze that follows her
along this overgrown trail.

Her fragrance drifted behind her
trailing from the straw hat she wore
shadowing her charm gently
from the on look of the
mid morning sun.

With ivy and ferns tracing her steps
and the flowers bowing to her beauty,
with the watchful eyes of dancing trees
that bend in advance of her soft passing
with each protective of her steps,
each locked in admiration of
her splendor.

I have fallen deeper in love with this
child of the forests, this lady of love.
Let me join in on your walk and
caress me with calmness then
kiss me gently.

As I admire your loveliness,
only but one of those who
see your beauty.

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