From Dormu to Sahja
By Nathan
Come be with me, my charming one, and we will leave no whim undone
That moonlight, waves, or hills and fields, or midnight fascination yields
Let us sit among the flowers, and while away our languid hours
By riverside and crashing falls, where songbirds share their lovers' calls
And I will spend the evening long, to hear your voice, a siren's song
To carry beauty o'er the air, a joy to lovers anywhere.
A gown we'll find, of finest wool, which from the pretty lambs we'll pull
And matching slippers, sewn with gold, to guard your feet from pressing cold
A belt of silk and silver sheen, a brocade fit for ancient queens
I offer to you, lady mine, if you will fall to my design
And if these gifts your love may move, then let them all my passion prove.
From Sahja to Dormu
By Nathan
In world and love, we remain young, with many ballads still unsung
And all you are, to me, does mean, that I will gladly be your queen
Your eyes change for me, vibrant hues, and gladly will I be your muse
To see the love from them unfold, in silver, topaz, green or gold
And also shown upon your hair, so do forgive me, if I stare
So let us frolic in the fields, among the springtime's verdant yields
Your honey tongue, my loving one, will warm my spirit like the sun
Let us stroll by streams and boulders; let us feel our passions smoulder
Let me dress in finery unmatched by all nobility
And never once would I decline, to find my bliss in your designs
For all your gifts my love has moved, and let this song my passion prove.
(These two are based off a set of answering songs, so they've been paired in their post.)
By Nathan
Come be with me, my charming one, and we will leave no whim undone
That moonlight, waves, or hills and fields, or midnight fascination yields
Let us sit among the flowers, and while away our languid hours
By riverside and crashing falls, where songbirds share their lovers' calls
And I will spend the evening long, to hear your voice, a siren's song
To carry beauty o'er the air, a joy to lovers anywhere.
A gown we'll find, of finest wool, which from the pretty lambs we'll pull
And matching slippers, sewn with gold, to guard your feet from pressing cold
A belt of silk and silver sheen, a brocade fit for ancient queens
I offer to you, lady mine, if you will fall to my design
And if these gifts your love may move, then let them all my passion prove.
From Sahja to Dormu
By Nathan
In world and love, we remain young, with many ballads still unsung
And all you are, to me, does mean, that I will gladly be your queen
Your eyes change for me, vibrant hues, and gladly will I be your muse
To see the love from them unfold, in silver, topaz, green or gold
And also shown upon your hair, so do forgive me, if I stare
So let us frolic in the fields, among the springtime's verdant yields
Your honey tongue, my loving one, will warm my spirit like the sun
Let us stroll by streams and boulders; let us feel our passions smoulder
Let me dress in finery unmatched by all nobility
And never once would I decline, to find my bliss in your designs
For all your gifts my love has moved, and let this song my passion prove.
(These two are based off a set of answering songs, so they've been paired in their post.)
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