In the forest deep and green
On a bed of velvet fern,
Let us lay in peace serene
Whisper not a single word.

Not a sound shall cross your lips
Or transgress the quiet there,
We will talk with fingertips
Cloistered in our emerald lair.

In the soothing silent shade
Of our hollow in the leaves,
There will be no masquerade
Just the spell that nature weaves.

You will lie there in my arms,
Dream the dreams that lovers dream,
Lost within each others charms,
Golden silence softly gleams.

And in passion pure and right
Time transcends reality,
In this haven of delight
Ours is but eternity.

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