Her summer dress rippling in the breeze
The moonlight filtering through the trees
It falls onto her perfect face
And accents her delicate grace
She dances round and laughs with joy
There is no point in acting coy
Barefoot on the dewy grass
Oh how I hope this feeling lasts
I turn to her and say "My love"
"Have you been sent from god above?"
And says she "I am no angel, dear"
I feel so alive when she is near
We skip through the barley fields
I hope my urges do not yield
But then I take her in my arms
I know I cant resist her charms
I kiss her lips and rosy cheeks
She makes my body go so weak
We lay down and looked at stars
I saw Venus she saw Mars
I looked into her eyes once more
And spied into her very core
And then at once I knew
I loved her, she loved me too.
