Romping poppies flood my mind,
some enchanted evening to find.
Once I held the hand of love,
staring into your eyes above.
Could this meadow show a view,
of days and nights, spent with you?
Full of flowers and swaying breeze,
subject to you on hands and knees.
Rare the moment passing bye,
so flavoured you were, before my eye.
Candle to the wind would flicker,
alone again my mind grows thicker.
Come to take me into heaven,
I'll fight to know just how I'm driven.
Wild had been the Camino path,
where in the meadow I made a pass.