Anarchistbanjo's World

Come
 
Come to the forest! Butterflies flutter
In the green glow of twilight.
Loving thoughts fly,
And the birds burst out in song.
I want to lie by the spring,
Your hand my little cup,
And my arm shall snuggle up to you,
And my eyes shall be your mirror.
Come, oh come! We shall listen
To what the forest says about love.
There was a rustling—an exchange of kisses,
That was us in the twilight.

Mia Holm
translated by Joe Bandel