I walked slowly through pine trees,
And the air was whistling,
And the needles were bristling,
And my feet were thomping
On the hollow ground.
I thought deeply of you.

In the night,
While you are sleeping,
I play with your freckles
And move them about.
You don’t seem to notice,
Though recently I catch you
Looking puzzled in your glass.

I walked slowly through pine trees,
And the air was whistling,
And the needles were bristling,
And my feet were thomping
On the hollow ground.
I thought deeply of you.

Of your waist that compels
My hands to hold you,
Of your eyes that compel
Mine to twinkle.
What is there I thought
Between a man and a woman
Save that impalpable
Force field of recognition.

I walked slowly through pine trees,
And the air was whistling,
And the needles were bristling,
And my feet were thomping
On the hollow ground.
I thought deeply of you.

While I am sleeping,
And dreaming of your freckles,
Your waist and your eyes,
You play with my thoughts,
And move them about.
You think I don’t notice,
Though recently you see me
Walking slowly through pine trees…