Where the trees stand like sentinels on guard, in the glade,



And the sun pours molten honey, dappling, through their shade,



And the carpet of bluebells claim the sound of our steps,



We come to talk our lives, we made so complex.



We hide in the shadows, our lives lived in guilt,



Trying to end this, before, crimson tears are spilt.



But the hunger of our hearts is not so easily spent,



For the fire of the sun, ignites the feelings lent.



And within the flowers perfume, we get high on our love,



And the sun spills golden amulets from up above,



And then we merge into the blue as a flowing river,



Silent, mute, enchanted, only our bodies now quiver.



And I knew love at that time by the name it was called,



Secrets within, on my hands and knees I would crawl.



For you my silhouette, shadow, my dark secret,



I need to say goodbye before the sun has set.



And tomorrow, if your guilt, should extinguish our desire,



In me you will find the same, no burning embers in the fire.