Oh my Lady,
let us meet within the light of the spring moon
in the field by the weeping willow tree
where we had gone to so many times before.
Come to me now to our special place
where we can share a love so true
away from the eyes of all those around us.
Let me look upon you
as the moonlight shimmers upon you
giving you the image of an angel.
Let me hold you in my arms
feeling your body against mine,
as lips meet in a soft and gentle kiss
welcoming you back to me
and the private paradise of this place we discovered.
Come with me under the weeping willow tree
as we share our love with each touch and kiss
letting our affections be set free
and we become absorbed within the moment
of our passion and love.
Shedding away all that the world sees us as
revealing our true innocence and beauty,
the feel of your skin against mine
each sensation thrills us...fills us with such fiery desire
that takes our heart soaring into the heaven of love.
While the cricket and the gentle spring breeze
serenades us so soft and sweetly
share our bodies.....our souls....our hearts....
within this single moment
under the light of the Spring moon.
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