Maureen sweet bride I loved you from the start
Eyes of green and the way you flicked your hair
Your engaging smile captured my poor heart
But when we touched was the start of our affair
Holding hands we ran from all worldly things
That warm feeling we had for each other
I wake each morning your love in me sings
For you all is pleasure and no bother
I look forward when married we shall be
And in your eyes that trust is apparent
I am so glad our lives we can foresee
Forgive me if I sound so jubilant
As today is our longed for wedding day
Maureen my sweet love holding your bouquet
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I still walk the same paths that we once trod
Holding hands touching tenderly your pretty face
The first time that you first saw me you then did nod
Before long we two were wrapped in an embrace
Though we strolled alone our words were whispered love
The sun shone for us and the moon beamed on
Those summer nights now willing us our love to prove
When I awoke both you and the moon serene had gone
I'm an old man now and many tears I have now shed
Where did you go and why did you flee from me?
I dream oft of your eyes so green and hair so red
But weep alone with a sad view of the cruel sea
The waves wash in to wipe away all the words we said
But memories of our love will ever stay with me
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Oh never say that I was false of heart
Even though thy sweet lips I yearn to kiss
To touch your cheek and soft breasts from the start
Yes, I confess indeed that would be bliss
But I'm so very far away from you
Oceans deep and ache of years make it worse
I want to touch your butterfly tattoo
For feelings unreleased are such a curse
Words wrote freely flow like kisses tender
I dream that you are mine everyday
Both knowing the real heart of the sender
We should like true lovers embrace and play
Everything in this world wide web doth pall
Save thou my rose thou art my very all
Note the first and last lines are used from Shakespeare's Sonnet 109 with a modern day scenario written in between.
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Can I tell you of Ellen's beautiful eyes
And of her small hands so neat and pretty?
I watch those fingers as a knot she ties
Yet she's not noticed my audacity
Or does she perceive me watching her
Sitting out here wondering what she'd think?
Should she look up and catch me unaware
Would she frown to make my poor heart sink?
Why was I afraid she'd not look on me?
For now she grins and flicks her jet black hair
Then lowers her eyes lest others also see
It is not long before we become a pair
How I'm glad I looked at Ellen back then
For we are now both in seventh heaven
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Will you walk in the forest with me now?
As spring blossoms greet us with such delight
You would rejoice at such a pretty sight
Hearing both the nightingale and the crow
Observing darters in the rushing stream
Or look into the treetops far up high
To glimpse within the leaves the sunlight's beam
Loving it you'd sit down and give a sigh
This was your heaven such a special place
Your eyes would close in such contented rest
This is how I remember you the best
All these years later I can you embrace
To feel you close still to my eager chest
For in this forest love has left its trace
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