Artio Forest Goddess

See her bathing in the limpid pool A gentle Goddess The mistress of the forest. She plays with the dappled fawn. Under the twisted Oak She cares not for the creeping form the man who plans her body to ravish Oh, fool she is divine. no man can touch her, too brutish. I spoke to her of love and passion greatly daring I touched her my life she made me abandon. She stands triumphant, at her brightest and since she vanquished me. She is the mistress of my heart. Under the twisted oak See how She sleeps with those Lily breasts And crocus arms And wild, wild daisy hair.