Thor’s Oak

The winds bellow and hush,

The forest sweeps,

Invades our silence,

In the woodlands,

I find sweet Isabella,

In darling bloom,

A shining light of gold and white,

Under Thor’s Oak,

She basks in daylight,

Petals of bluebells,

Under skies of pale hues,

I find sweet Isabella, bathing in a pond of dew,

Mist covers her bare breasts,

Her scarlet red lips, turn blue,

I scoop her up and hold her dear,

In my arms she breathes,

A sigh,

Our love curtains us in velvet tides.

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