Tonight we will meet,
under a tree,
adorned with blossoms,
so bright with glee,
Tonight we will meet,
under the stars,
where the moon is so bright,
Tonight, the darkness holds her tight,
Tonight we will meet,
where the snow does not seek,
the earth and the grass,
where no other shall pass,
Tonight we will meet,
under an alcove of thorns,
that will bite our skin,
and leave our hearts all torn.
