Against a Cumbrian sunset statuesque,
In slanted beams she beckons me to grace,
Breathtaking views, the ink of nature's desk,
My heart to pen a smile upon her face.
Majestic jagged hills oft' touch a cloud,
Stooping to the lakelands deepened soul,
Penrith wraps our Love in scented shroud,
Sweet English rose, my Irish heart you stole.
Blinded by the beauty that surrounds,
None more fair than her pale countenance,
I on her blowing tresses place a crown,
To celebrate our close poetic dance.

Fond moments that I dream can't come too soon,
When yonder we will kiss to nature's swoon.