Tangled brambles construe our river view,
Oh, to know then the meaning of that walk
Through those January woods, just us two
Wrestling with the underbrush and talk.
Time’s muddy path sprawled out before our feet
Painted in thick, vivid, and violent hues
Might cause any heart a more rapid beat,
So why did we make no bluff at excuse?
For just as we stood that cool winter’s day
Laughing at the branches which guard that road,
With fingers interlocked we will ne’er stray
Till we reach where that holy river flowed.
These are the visions of our story’s start-
Eros in our eyes and God in our hearts.