As the maid sits upon her crimson cloak
She watches and listens with fascination
She hears my song
And coquettishly speaks not
I speak of love
In a tone which she has not known
In a manner yet to be transcribed by poets
It’s hue is bluer than the clearest sky
A depth that is limitless
She asks why do you persevere
My reply is simple yet direct
Love is not mysterious
It is overpowering
It is not to be denied
For it consumes you completely
Again I profess my love for and ask
And you?
Others waste what could be a life long opportunity
Their wants are only for the moment
She hears me say
If you want it come and get it
The maid rises
Comes to me
And stands by my side