Two Young Lovers

We run hand in hand

Under the vault of heaven

On a night with no moon

How the stars twinkle in your eyes

As I swoon

I gaze at you

Across the field

So sexy in your ebony garb

A sight for sore eyes

You face glows in the starlight

Dancing madly towards the trees

You hold me close

My back against the hard, cold bark


In the gloom of the night

Nobody can see

What we feel in our hearts

The thoughts that we can not put into words

It is an ancient feeling

Our reason for being

Press your lips to mine

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