A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

Come live with me and be my
                                                      love,
                                                      And we will all the pleasures prove
                                                      That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
                                                      Woods or steepy mountain yields.
                                                      
                                                      And we will sit upon the rocks,
                                                      Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
                                                      By shallow rivers to whose falls
                                                      Melodious birds sing madrigals.
                                                      
                                                      And I will make thee beds of roses
                                                      And a thousand fragrant posies,
                                                      A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
                                                      Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
                                                      
                                                      A gown made of the finest wool
                                                      Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
                                                      Fair lined slippers for the cold,
                                                      With buckles of th purest gold;
                                                      
                                                      A belt of straw and ivy buds,
                                                      With coral clasps and amber studs:
                                                      And if these pleasures may thee move,
                                                      Come live with me and be my love.
                                                      
                                                      The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
                                                      For thy delight each May morning:
                                                      If these delights thy mind may move,
                                                      Then live with me and be my love,
                                                      
                                                      	-- Christopher Marlowe