Wind bending grass
Your love adopts my heart
Like a good matron
An orphan

I dance with all fervour
To your gentle whispering
Of breeze passiy through
The pines of my heart
I march like a crusader
For my stake of Jerusalem

Princess, I am the knight
You anointed with your breath
Of life - the power of your North Pole eyes

I am the sword sworn to your honour
And the service of your love
Now, naked and unsheathed, plunge
Me into your fire

Put me atop your anvil
Let your palms be the hammer
Moulding me to your desired gem

Hold me to your heart
Hot and molten
Wrought me into whatever diadem
Would fit your head
What pendant for your *****

I will never scorch your potter's hands
I will never singe your smith's fingers
I will acquiesce to every whim of your love

Naked and hot therefore
In your hands I will be a refreshing fountain
My water, cool as cucumber
Ready to wash your feet of gazelle
Ready to sate the Sahara of your soul