Tiger's Book of poetry - 4. Poem 4: Hilltop Dreams

Through the beautiful glen and onto the top of a green hill

We go there to escape the world of woe

We notice not the beauty of the countryside

I can see the warmth and beauty of your eyes

I long for the satisfying taste of your sweet, inviting lips

In the distance we hear the music of serenity

Yet the sound of the music is drowned by our love

Armageddon could come and I would care not

We dance but not to the music in the distance

We dance to the harmonious beating of our hearts

Frolicking through the flowers with mutual adoration

The world around us means less than nothing

As you are my world and I become yours

Gazing through your eyes I see the beauty of our soul

And I know the hilltop with you is where I belong