Celtic Stream : Romantic Poetry

Watching you after battle, Down by a sparkling stream, I once again felt our souls connect, Even tho this was a dream. I remember looking up at you, With your eyes so full of fire, You fought the battle so strong and proud, Protecting our clans with a fierce desire. Leaning over the running stream, We washed the crimson off our hands, It was then I fell for you, The celtic warrior protecting our lands. Washing my hair down over that stream, I wonder if you thought of me too, I wet a cloth with the cool moving water, And slowly moved over to you. Bringing the cloth upon your face, All the crimson I began to clean, As I washed you softly, I looked in your eyes, Knowing my love for you, You had seen. Running my hand through your long wet hair, I dared to kiss your lips, I knew then and there, You felt the same, When your hands enclosed my hips. Leaning up against a tree, My breath had quickened, and my heart began to race, I knew then I would always love you my warrior, For I first fell for you at this place. I pledged my heart to you my celtic warrior, You have my love so strong and true, For the very first time I kissed your lips, I always knew it would be me and you. Many years have come upon us, But of our past I always dream, For I remember you my warrior, When we fell in love, By that sparkling stream...