Crown my Venus mountain 
with your fruits of summers sun, 
their ripened glow of colours 
fill my cup, 
as does the bee its visit honeyed sweet, 
our hearts meet in nectars so complete, 
charges passions flames 
with heat of forest fires 
that satiate the peak of our desires.

Such autumn blaze 
of red and gold, 
pierced leaves unfold 
and grip the branch with fervour 
like the flight of moorland birds 
their sudden rush strikes screams of fright, 
and sighs of love, 
its powers unleashed by blasts of fuming flows, 
tumbled waterfalls 
deep down to depths unknown 
you crest my senses flung.