I stood on the creaky wooden bridge
Across the winding village stream.
The bright summer moonlight shone
It all seemed like an unbelievable dream.
Moments of anticipation and frustration
Gave way to her reflection in the water
The distant cuckoo provided the perfect symphony
As she made way towards me in saunter.
The iron smith's glowed red at a distance
His furnace, even at this hour, was raging
But, at the moment, my heart seemed burning
More than his furnace, with love that I was waging.
As a prelude to their union with the river yonder
The rustling waters caressed the pebbles and rocks
And as I gently caressed her slim fingers into entanglement
Time seemed to stop, and bid adieu to clocks.
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