Without A Name

She came along,
Along the path she came,

Her hands a song,
A song without a name.

Then from a tree,
A tree of blossoms white,

She caught a leaf,
A leaf of greenest light.

And with her lips,
Her lips of gentle flame,

She gave a kiss,
A kiss without a name.

She looked at me,
At me—her eyes a song,

And I did see,
Did see her spirit strong.

Oh, I was lost,
Was lost within her eyes,

And I was found,
And bound in Paradise.

We walk along,
Along the trees aflame,

Our hands a song,
A song without a name.

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