We talked,
We laughed,
He cried,
I smiled,
We were meant
To be.
His smile led
Me
To the big, old,
Oak tree.
We sat.
Music of the
Hiding stars,
We danced to,
Dappled light
Spotted our skin.
Like
Sweet honey,
His voice;
Pure melody.
We saw the fire
Ignite
Together
An endless Summer...
