Beneath the hawthorn’s boughs, a gentle knock,
As if it’s whispering secrets, protecting it’s fruit with thorns,
They cut it down and built a door and upon the door’s lock,
they gaze, two lovers, alone in night’s embrace,
they seek to open the door to gather the fruit within.
Lost in the moment, in each other’s grace.

Oh, my delight, in the nights we remember,
guarding the flock from weather and wolves,
Underneath the stars, in love’s tender ember.
Chariots of fulfillment, carry us away,
wrapped in a wool blanket, kept warm,
in the happy night, where dreams hold sway.

Oh sweetheart, do you remember the shepherd’s holiday,
as you sit alone guarding the flock,
do you hear the deer on the mountain, dance and play?
The lovers have conquered the door to mystery’s call,
they broke open the lock and entered in,
yet you sit in the rain before dawn, where shadows fall.

In the woods, where the golden boughs sway,
be careful of the thorns that cut and burn,
The faun-taken, is this completion, finding its way.
Lost in the rhythm of nature’s dance,
when you eat the venison do you hear
the whispers of love? Could there ever be a chance?

If memory might let us linger in this enchantment serene,
would you break the lock with me?
Could love and magic combine in this scene?
Beneath the hawthorn’s boughs, let us find,
a different ending to love’s loss,
The essence of love, in hearts and arms entwined.

Table of Contents constraint poetry project. In this constraint, a poetry anthology originally published in 1925 was used. In each chapter section, titles were used torganized by theme.