A single bead of sweat teases the idea of falling as it rests on your brow. Clinging on for dear life for the thought of leaving you is more terrifying than the fall itself.
Canopies of lush green fan over your head. Casting shadows onto you as if the trees were keeping you a secret. But the sun is a curious and intrusive man. Peeking in wherever he could, but you don't mind. The rays of light that make its way through kiss your skin and flatter your image more and more. You dance your way into the brush. Your body weaves through the foliage like a ribbon in the breeze.
Gracefully and carefully your hands give the slightest touch to the things you find irresistible.
You've always been a romantic. Falling in love with every bit of freedom you can find.  the air here is filled with it.

Singing to the leaves and the springs you discover. They look back at you and smile knowing you're the most beautiful thing to have walked the forest floor.  There's a sound of violence as well as serenity. Angry white crashing down from the slate above and you stare onto it.

She's a moody one, isn't she? She's terrified of heights but she has to make the plunge and the rocks are her catharsis. Breaking hard against them finally floating downstream.

Clear. Void of imperfections. You've fallen in love again. I can see it in your eyes. Glossing over hazel,  lids over your eyes take a bow at me.  The hairpin curl of your lip that I adore quickly spreads from ear to ear ceaselessly.

You'd be a fool to miss this opportunity.

I watch you.

Clumsily skip to the creek bed and jump in. Flocks of birds chirp overhead. Mapping out directions to one place or another. Quiet breeze picks up enough to rattle the leaves to show us nature's music. It carries the scent of pine and moist soil. You merely disappeared for a moment. You rise above water. Through your hair back and wipe your face. The water reflecting off of your eyes trapping me in with your irresistible gaze. That unforgettable  grin shines into me and warms my heart. You beg for me to get in, but I can't.
Frozen as if medusa herself cursed me but I know i simply cannot. You've fallen in love and she's all yours. I can't take this from you and you understand.

So I take in the scene. I never take these for granted, no. For that would be ignorant of me. Although I think it's time we traverse back to where we came. So link your fingers in mine and carve our names into the earth because I want the forest to know what our love is worth. More than just a simple story of infatuation's birth. As we make our way back and you lay your head onto my shoulder I can't help but to smile and hope the sun speaks of you to the moon and stars above.  
Telling tales of a small dancing goddess that flirts with the trees and blows kisses at the sunset so that you'll always be remembered. But I don't know where we're going nor does it really matter. So we'll keep traveling forward and we can lay our heads when you get tired.

But we didn't build us a house of stone and brick because I knew it shook the very core of you the thought of being stuck inside of 4 walls. Torturing you with Windows that overlook the world and you can't fly out. Bouncing around the walls, you're a balloon only trying to go up. A free soul and I wouldn't dare to shackle your ankles with domestication. Instead I'll make a bed of the forest floor. We've done this over a thousand times before. You look me in the eyes before we say goodnight to the trees. Reminding me that I've made a home in you as you have in me.