A Tree In A Field...

I led her down to a tree in a field

She asked me why? my lips were sealed

Soon my intentions were to be revealed

But to my advances she did not yield

We sat under a tree in a field

Discussing why our passion was killed

Once it was pure... triple distilled

Now protected by her shield

I sat her under a tree in a field

We drank cider and ate bread freshly milled

To the sound of my poetry she was thrilled

We left behind the tree in a field

Some of the old wounds we had healed

And though I asked her when I kneeled

None of her underwear was peeled!