The bed we share is in a forest glen.
As I gaze up I see the mighty trees—
the cedar and the fir of field and fen.
I trust him so, entirely at ease.
I am a rose of Sharon, chaste and pure,
a lily of the valley, wholly white.
With his strong arms around me, I’m secure.
To sit beside my friend is my delight.
I faint with love when he caresses me.
His banner o’er my head proclaims his love.
He cares for me and treasures perfectly
my heart and soul, to him a gentle dove.
“The maidens all around you are like thorns
compared with you whom beauty so adorns.”
|Coniferous Forest, Sunny Day, Ivan Shishkin, 1895|