The Abbey
The path, once worn, was now grown over green,
with grasses swaying in the summer breeze.
It led us onward to a place unseen -
the ruins of an abbey in the trees.
A courtyard made of earth, with crumbling walls,
a carpet laid, of grass and flowers wild -
we wandered slow along the ancient halls.
I took my lovers hand and soft she smiled.
A touch, a gentle kiss, a sweet caress -
we made for us a nest of blossoms there.
And silently I helped my love undress,
as pastel petals tangled in her hair.
While violet dusk descended on the glade,
we tumbled where a thousand nuns had trod.
And somewhere in the magic love we made,
in fading light, we caught the glint of God.
With sun's last rays, we lay in love entwined.
In shadows, left the abbey's spell behind.
simply beautiful
wonderful poem