A Dream I had Helen My naughty Nymph

A dream I had
Helen when sixteen was like naughty nymph skipping through the woodland filtering like a butterfly gracefully between the trees 
A wicked naughty laugh  but nice, still an air of innocents 
would descend all around her
as she pathed her way through the trees, as If she was aware of my presents, then to put on a show, to tease little more dancing scantily dressed, so beautiful Helen my naughty nymph with her irresistible looks.