I Stroll, Serene
I stroll, serene, among the trees,
Ascend a gentle hill.
Sun on the face, a subtle breeze,
Enhance my sense of thrill.
Yet all does pale compare,
For she awaits me there:
Graceful curves, wavy hair.
Beside my Queen,
I stroll, serene.
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