One kiss from thy lips
A soft touch from thy hand
One lingering gaze from thee
My thoughts are of only thee
True love where art thou
this very eve, I await thee
I await thine graceful presence
In my garden of roses and Heather
The great Oaks will make a
cover for us my move
As we sit on the earth beneath
Sweet words from thine lips
I long to hear
Oh sweet love
Thou art my only need
To see thine eyes shining for me
I await thou presence
That we might be here in
the mist of mine garden
Sweet mist that will envelope us
Cloak us in its graying night
Longings sweet and pure
Fill me as I await thee
here in this garden of love
Only when I see thee appear
Whilst I feel as though
the stars and the moon art
looking down on me
Making right all that
abides beneath them
I am ready for thee
My true  love