I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
its viridescent branches hide us here,
and listen to the shrieks of youngsters, free
unfettered by those burdens we must bear.
It’s simple here to let my troubles ease;
I sigh, relax and watch you drift away,
enchanted by the shadows of the leaves,
that dance upon your face in gleeful play.
I slow my heart to beat in time with yours,
and marvel at each gentle breath you take;
I feel the rising swell of inner shores,
And turn my back upon that lonely ache.
For in this magic place no worldly strife,
Can dissipate our love as man and wife.
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