I take my love into my hands
And rest upon the shore at ease
As her hair flies with eagles in the wind
The trees do beg into the autumn breeze
They call to the bushes of my love’s beauty, her sin
They hum to the birds of her serenity
And the birds do call upon the clouds in awe
For they have seen no sight beneath them, as heavenly
The waves hear her call, well feeding the coast’s rocky jaw
And they fall upon the sand that hugs upon her feet
They kiss her toes in warm unfaltering respect
And no longer I can fight my need, for her heart’s beat
The trees did call out for our eyes to connect
And the breeze did pick up its pace
Sweeping her golden hair from off her mouth’s abyss
And with the crash of a wave our love sours face-to-face
Her eyes glitter, of the sun that shines upon our bliss
And even the waves rose to the sound of her pining gasp
With the warm air closing between my eyes and hers
My heart sped to the speed of the wind with her lips grasp,
Then, the wind and trees about, all paused as I spoke, “my love is yours”

wow i loved that one too.

yeah, that was really very good. I could never write anything at all like that.....