For All To See
guided by fireflies and the pale moon's light
you carve out our love in a tree with your knife
our initials and a heart left for all to see
deep in the meadow where you made love to me
grass from our bed lays flatten amongst other blades
there in that forest where memories were made
the stars were the blanket in a soft velvet night
and the nightingale was hushed by each uttered sigh
the tree stands there still, a tall leafy oak
shadowing the grasses where love lay with hope
and there carved deeply in the trunk of that tree
is a heart with initials left for all to see
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