Come live with me and be my love
And we shall newer pleasures prove
Of wood stoves, stars, and cuzzles long
Together we'll sing our winters song.
We may lie in grassy fields by night
Gaze 'pon amorous firefly's light
Backdropped by canvass of starry sky
My heart's brush will paint its desire for thy.
And we will dance slow, cheek to cheek
"You're my princess," my eyes will speak
The moon's light upon your hair, will crown.
I, your prince one my knees bend down.
When we wake to morning sunrays
The shadow lines upon your skin amaze
My lips and fingers as they press
Gently the sweet fruit that is your breas'.
Whilst we walk barefoot in the creek
Towards our table on the hill's peak
Our ankles touching under water shallow
I will pick for you lillies and mallow.
We shall be as the mourning dove
If thou live with me and be my love.
Ian Scott
Return To Flyfishing and Spring Fever
Related:
The Muncher is a favorite of Ian James for carp, smallies, more. 
Thoughts of a Chicken Rancher. Doc tells it like it is.