Beneath the Willow Tree
Loving long beneath the moon, the willow tree our canopy
Sweet the words we murmured soft, promising all, expecting all
Innocence, before the willow cries for lost youth , so fleeting....
Holding hands, 'neath the willow, remembering youthful passion
Peaceful moon, a deeper love transcending time, circumstances
Closing doors, a great mystery they face at last, together
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