Her mind is like an intricate mandala
Adorned with patterns and colour
At one with the wilds, like the Impala
She goes roving, playing all the hours
She dwells on the Isle with a faithful soul
Unravelling the mysteries of life
It's truths have them rapt in thrall
To the lust and love of life they're wife
They dip their wings in passion's sky
Soaring like Icarus
Two tender creatures flitting by
Of them I want to make a fuss
    The pups of passion, they are so sweet
    With each other their life with Love replete