Together we build our settlement, on the green plains and rocky shores.
My mind wonders how I spent, all these days without being yours.
We raise the houses day by day, to expand our population.
But all the while I will pray and pray, that you will grant me my temptation.
To mine the depths of your heart and soul, exploring and scouting every inch.
Finding treasures worth more than gold, if this is dream I dare not pinch.
To love to laugh as the horses stamp, this feeling stronger than any army.
As radiant as the brightest of lamps, I beg the dreams for this to be.
But if not I understand, but know my heart will break.
I offer only what I can, on this special Valentines day.
I remember the cold winter morning the fog still rolling through the hills of empire village. That I was out and about harvesting pinewood needed to cook coal. Still bright and early not even a bird singing I was thinking I could use a brew or two. The fog slowly disappearing, a faint cry in the distance caught my ears. Dropping my tools that I had gotten from the tool maker, wondering amongst the brush there I find you my sweet Queen.
What’s wrong? I asked. And with the sweet voice of yours. You told me that you where out at the farms collecting Wheat and you’re wagons were full of hay. They where so full and heavy that a wheel broke.” O dear the poor horses will starve”. You said. And I fiddler forester using his smarts quickly said I got the tools I well fix it for you. I sprung to my feet off to fetch some wood from the sawmill and tools from the toolmaker.
I remember hurrying back to make a wheel then asked you my sweet Queen the horse lady for a lift.
We rode off into the Glimmering snow covered forest. Going to the barn with the load of hay I offered a hand in unloading the wagon. . Minutes go by and the barn is full of hay. Both of us tired from the work lay back in the hay watching the sparkling snow fall from a whole in the roof. Looking over I see the face of the most beautiful queen the horse lady’s face.
That was the moment I realized that I didn’t need the love potions the mayor was handing out. I was in love with you from that moment on.
So this is hoping Queen that you will be my Queen for life.. And Take me Fidler the Forster for your husband on this day of love
With solid, golden, blazing hair,
a heart that's flattering with care,
Mary's love; it soon would come to be.
Skunk fell in love as soon he saw,
Love struck he stared and looked in awe,
He began: expressed his love for thee.
He wrote her telling all he knew,
He wrote her telling what they'd do,
But with love he always would confer.
He courted her with sweet flowers,
and you know love overpowers,
She knew then this was the man for her.
But royalty had to propose,
'Twas this man with a two foot nose,
Just the sight of him would make her cry.
Unto this man you will marry,
and his child you will carry,
She knew if pushed she would rather die.
When to her came a brand new day,
She decided to run away,
But was caught and locked inside her room.
Her heart had known and turned pale blue,
The wedding moved from eight 'til two,
She knew then this day would be her doom.
To marry him would not be right,
She knew her love would not take flight,
This was the only way to rest.
She breathed a sigh upon her fate,
She'd done no wrong to God she'd state,
Then she raised the knife upon her breast.
Came into the window a frail voice,
Mary began to rejoice,
Skunk came to save her from her strife.
Crawling down upon bedspread,
They run through wheat field and garden bed,
Mary begins with Skunk a new life.
The memory is all too strong,
They are together all day long,
And to this day they never do regret.
From this act they begin no sin,
Now this is how it would have been,
If Skunk was Romeo; Wild Mary: Juliet.
