The Beating Drum

A beating drum sends the pines aquiver,
Your heart- a compass- my guide.
It leads me afar in need to deliver,
The joining of love as your bride.

In the echoes, once met, your pace will quicken,
As it consumes my ears and mind.
And hands snaked as one you will thicken,
At last exhaling a breath so divine.

So divine, that the needles which once shook,
Will fall in the passion of a new beat,
And bloom a new book,
As our love becomes complete.