Silver horn,
Glinting in the sunlight.
Through the trees,
Whispering leaves,
Stays my stately handsome knight.
Jet black steed,
Given lead,
Racing through the forest dark.
Evergreen,
Earthly sheen,
He comes when he hears my hark.
Golden haired,
Manly laird,
Smiling at me with his eyes,
Piercing blue,
Deepest hue,
Like the color of the skies.
Magic dreams,
Running streams,
Babbling in my secret land.
Lovely thoughts,
Forget-me-nots,
Forever will he hold my hand.
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(image from Dover)
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