O For The Wings

Hand in hand they wandered north-eastward, across the vales 'twas in the beautiful summertime in England's Yorkshire Dales. The sun shone over the valley and the countryside was never so fair on the day he wooed the one he loved the girl with the flaxen hair. His heart and mind had been captured by softness as pure as the snow his young life he would surrender because he adored her so. Voices rang out from a village church as he knelt before his Love and a choirboy's song echoed sweetly 'O For the Wings of a Dove'. Who else within the whole wide world could feel such ecstasy rare? At a time when fairy-tales came true they vowed their lives to share.