Water Nymph

Deep beneath the ancient waters,
Cold and dark and so mysterious,
Beneath the canopy of ancient oaks,
Filled with swimming water lilies,
Lived a maiden rich with beauty,
So pleasing to the mortal soul,
But alas her eyes were filled with sadness,
She longed so, for a love to hold.

Red of hair with eyes of blue,
Her pale white skin was virgin pure,
Adorned in her gown of silk,
With a crown of roses in her hair,
The sullen pout upon her lips,
Meant a happiness to forsake,
She sat beneath the weeping willow,
As it drank the water from the lake.

The shadows that caressed the ripples,
Reflected sparkles from the moon,
Like twinkling stars in a blackened sky,
They tried to brighten up her gloom,
As the nightingale sang his songs of love,
Upon the breeze, hung his tune,
She hung her heart upon its melody,
In the hope her Prince would be there soon.

And soon indeed, a Prince did come,
A nobleman, handsome and bold,
He held his hand out to the lady fair,
And offered her warmth from the cold,
She took his hand and gave a smile,
A smile so long held back from sight,
A golden smile of loving warmth,
A blessing to the handsome knight.

He bade her, join his company,
She laid with him beneath the stars,
Satisfied with his seduction,
A love was born within her heart,
He vowed to build a palace for her,
A place to dwell in by the shore,
Where she would never be far from water,
Where they could love forevermore.