love came down from the hills
from the secret lake of dreams
she was dressed in white silk
like the dogwood of her valley
her laughter was celestial music
a jubilation never heard before
her dance enchanted the night
streaming with a hiss of steam
her touch was gentle percussion
the sibilant brush of a heartbeat
in her green eyes was the spring
her kiss was a warm sweet berry
to go to those hills again is death
beside a verdant lake she waits
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