• The two lovers under the tree,
    So sweet and innocent in their play.
    They are as happy as can be,
    Together here on this day.

    A special time it is for these two,
    As they let their love be free.
    There, under that yew,
    He first met that sweet pea.

    So they are there again,
    To celebrate their first year.
    He opens the wine from Spain,
    And pours a glass for him and his dear.

    He turns and hands the glass over elegantly,
    She takes the drink and looks above.
    The lady stares into eyes of blue like the sea,
    And becomes lost in a trance of love.



    He notices the spell that has been cast,
    And lifts his hand to caress that beautiful face.
    He leans toward her to prove his love is vast,
    An explosion of pleasure bursts into life as lips interlace.

    The kiss fuels the flames of passion,
    And with single brush of her hair, it flared.
    The air is burnt with compassion,
    By this love from which burns hotter than any star has ever dared.

    This play of the heart,
    Lasted on into the night.
    When it ended, he held his work of art,
    And both gazed at Luna’s light.

    The two lovers under the tree,
    So sweet and innocent in their play.
    Look at them and you’ll see it’s you and me,
    And we have been here all day.