across the woods, against the breeze
the scent of something beautiful, rushed through my mind
if only i could tell the whistling breeze
it had just been with the girl with golden eyes
she was the fragrance that swept
the feather of joy, the freshness of dew
if only the poor ignorant roses knew
the world had other beautiful, more beautiful things too
her smile could could have dwarfed
the morning sunshine, the evening rain, the stars shining bright
if only i could tell the summer night
the girl with golden eyes, had walked by my side
more vibrant than a musical note
she was the song, i had always wished i would write
if only the oceans, the fountains knew
they would have merrily drowned in her eyes
strands of hair, glazed her lovely face
she was the poem hath the poets forever craved
she was much more than my verse could fit
she was spring, she was autumn, flutter of life unseen
