
You can keep your flashy car
And generous bank balance
Your house on mansion row
.
She wants a poet to tell her
He loves her, by speaking to her
Of the moon and stars
.
She wants to hear endless poems
Of heartbeats and soul stirrings
Of sleepless nights full of yearning
.
She wants to be pursued
Not in bars or clubs or restaurants
But through the forest
.
Along paths only the two of them know
Ending up in the ramshackle cottage
They call home
.
It won’t be full of riches
But flowers, love, magic, books
And him
.
Keep your expensive jewellary
Your diamonds and pearls
Gold, silver, platinum rings
.
She wants daisy chains and blossom boughs
Seashells, acorns, fossils
Feathers he’s found
.
She wants ballads sung, and stories told
Of how they will always be together
And never grow old

There’s more than a little touch of Beltane magic about this one, I think…Belated Beltane Blessings, all ❤