Golden Hawthorn

There was golden hawthorn in the lovely place
Where we met, you and I.
There was a scent there that was like true grace
Falling from the sky.
I took your hand, and looked deep into your eyes,
And saw there no scorn.
You loved me, and I loved you; we were not wise,
There among golden hawthorn.

There was golden hawthorn when we softly talked,
Our voices like streams,
Running over each other as we slowly walked,
Rejoicing in our dreams.
We could not see the world but to see it gleam,
As if we were newborn.
We could not see the sky but the sun seemed to beam,
There among golden hawthorn.

There was golden hawthorn when we declared love,
Trembling softly, and shy,
With sunrise illuminating the clouds shining above,
Where the eagles fly.
I never knew how deeply I loved the bloom of skies
In the golden morn
Until I saw the accepting flash of your dark eyes,
There among golden hawthorn.

And now I wait for you, to begin our wedded love,
My hands clasped on a rose.
My heart has grown as hot and heavy as the sun above;
With honey it overflows,
Running down like the sunlight to make a flower grow.
My love for you is not worn,
But as wild as it has ever been, with new room to grow,
There among golden hawthorn.