Shall I show you what you mean to me? And tell you which of life’s fair treasures are you?
Shall I show you what you mean to me?
And tell you which of life’s fair treasures are you?
You are the scattered dew on dawn’s emerald fern
Nursed among ancient mother creatures and trees
Devouring time in sweet contemplation;
The realm of numb beauty seen from warm hills
Where gods whisper still their strength
And ancient warriors walk by your side;
You are the lapping water edging the sea
Its gentle fingertips which confound sand with cool strokes
Belying a force to besiege kingdoms;
A thousand and a half peaceful sleeps hand in hand;
The beguiling dolphin rise and fall in the proud morning estuary;
Mind of reason, love, honour, and body of speechless passion
Beauty pure in songs and painted canvas;
The untrimmed buzz of holidays and visits
To lands far away and of castles and buttercup fields at home;
To the gentle stirring of an open fire
And dancing shadows from candle flames;
You are the essence of eternal love made beneath summer storms
And for as long as I live I will want to show you it all.