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When I first met you in the wood T'was like the hunter found his hart I searched for you my swimmer pale Like Ahab searched for his white whale I walked for long with bow in hand And quiver full of cupids arrows Like the hind you were so quick And I lost you in the forest thick But sometimes I would see a hint The sound of footfalls in dead sprint Then I would try to catch and run Thinking that my prize was won But always you had come and gone The most elusive adult faun I never could quite shoot my dart And never could quite hit your heart In sadness I left to go And heard your gentle hoofbeats slow I turned and looked beyond the snow And I saw you there my lovely doe So timidly you looked at me Simply wanting to be free So I stayed my hand and bow And waited in the cold white snow For now I know that if you chase The hunted will seek out more space An eternity it seemed While my breath in cold air steamed And then you took a step towards me But still I waited by the tree And then you were by my side Affection for you I could not hide Finally I have got you deer Now please will you forget your fear For I will always be right here If you my love will be my dear
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Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
A Beauty in the Forest Waits
When I first met you in the wood T'was like the hunter found his hart I searched for you my swimmer pale Like Ahab searched for his white whale I walked for long with bow in hand And quiver full of cupids arrows Like the hind you were so quick And I lost you in the forest thick But sometimes I would see a hint The sound of footfalls in dead sprint Then I would try to catch and run Thinking that my prize was won But always you had come and gone The most elusive adult faun I never could quite shoot my dart And never could quite hit your heart In sadness I left to go And heard your gentle hoofbeats slow I turned and looked beyond the snow And I saw you there my lovely doe So timidly you looked at me Simply wanting to be free So I stayed my hand and bow And waited in the cold white snow For now I know that if you chase The hunted will seek out more space An eternity it seemed While my breath in cold air steamed And then you took a step towards me But still I waited by the tree And then you were by my side Affection for you I could not hide Finally I have got you deer Now please will you forget your fear For I will always be right here If you my love will be my dear
Matt D. Mattson    Feb 28, 2010
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Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
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