A Giddy Thing

In a saxon room came close to you
And later hidden in the dark
In a shelter like a pleached bower
I talked to you, you talked to me
You spoke about a joint decision
Oh how I loved the way that word fell
From your lips
And later still we lay below the trees
Me deep in you, steeped in you
When the man asked who knows that
Wishes can come true
I put my hand in the air
Because of you
Will you think me just a passing phase
That would really blow my mind
Will you think me just a lonely man
That’s true for them