Come to these woods

Come to these woods and see,
There’s no one here,
Except nature, and me.
The only human voice audible
Is my quill.
The only one who respires is me.
The only sensuality is
That of mine.

And when you come to this
Unethereal plain,
The joy will be ours.
And these woods will be
A replica of paradise,
Where two souls immortalized
Are freezed,
Where love and only love breathes…