Wispy willowy woman, from a distant land
Fierce and fair and faded, come take my hand.
Youth not yet abated, all élan and grace
Brusque and brooding spirit, flaxen locks and face.
Walk this path with me my one, walk with me a while
Each day brings a new surprise, so savor every mile.
Shrouded is the future, the die is not yet cast
Fleeting, all that came before, blurry grows the past.
Make a love with me my one, moments we can cherish
Waste not we the humblest of them, lest that moment perish.
Walk with me my wispy woman, from a distant land
Let me in – and I will you – and we shall make a stand.