Let me take your hand

and lead you along

the true path of love and

where the leaves rustle long

 in the cool breeze.

Let me take the lead

to stumble first

on the cobblestones bed

lest your naïve nimble toes burst

 to crush the thistles.

Let me have your hand

to feel the smooth coolness

of the warm moisture band

in your green palm caress

creased with intricate curves.

Let me take the lead

to cushion the blaze of the sun

on your embryonic supple skin

lest your soft furs

flicker and wither.

Let me take your hand

to hold firm the un-aged heart

that I tremble for

lest I falter and

blunder and stutter.

Let us go together

where none can

trace our path

to lose the world behind

and find ourselves alone.

Let us grow wings and

fly away to that place

where we and only we

know so well, where

we talk in mute silence.

Let us go My Love

and stay in the place

where we and only we

have discovered, where

love is the air to breathe.

Let us leave now

for I fear the

unwholesome breeze

of this loveless world

threatens our uncommon flame.