The silken soft grass was my bridal bed
The rising mound a pillow for my head
The night sky a bejewelled canopy
When Nature made love to me.
His amorous breath was a fragrant breeze
Whispering through the rustling leaves
Passionate conquest, all barriers torn
My mind fertile, a poem was sown
I nurtured it , deep inside me
Till it clammered aloud to be set free
The birth took long , I bore the pain
But the babe was dead, all my labour in vain!
Yet to blame my lover, there was no cause
Nor was I less ardent in my response
But somewhere in me imperfection lay
With time repaired, perhaps it may.