Maiden of the Island

I walked alone one fine morning, the sun above was shining; ahead of me there she stood - the maiden of the island. She waved her hand at me, her body's white, her smile's so gay; she called me by my name - the maiden of the island. She took my hand in her hand as we started walking along the sand, she whispered softly into my ear - my maiden of the island. Far away we walked, felt too tired to even talk, found us a place under a tree - the maiden of the island and me. We made love on that fateful day, filled my soul with so much ecstasy; when I awoke I found that I was all alone, the wind had blown the maiden of the island away from me.