In the middle of a wood
lived a man who understood
what it felt like, to be alone
If it weren’t for the trees,
gently blowing in the breeze,
there wouldn’t be any sound
But on a fine spring morn,
not long since the day had dawned,
a carriage came his way
And as the horse went by
it happened suddenly,
the noble beast threw a shoe
Springing up upon the sound,
he saw laying on the ground,
a maiden, warm and fair
He felt his beating heart
deftly pierced by Cupid’s dart
on seeing loves true form
The maiden felt the same
and they kindled passions flame
vowing ne’er to be apart
They swiftly named a day,
to be wed without delay,
and plighted each their troth
So happy were the pair,
so full of life, so free of care
they couldn’t help but beam
So the home amongst the beech,
where once love was out of reach,
was filled with laughter e’remore.
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