The grove we walked,
your hand in mine
nothing has changed in time
except the fact that when they'll be sun
you'd be looking at the moon then on

The grove shone, but not with sunshine
because it is gone, somewhere down the line
but what remains is the warmth,
you left in palms
is the sweetness of your subtle word that calms,
a weary heart that mourns

In this reminisces
it was the grove that shone
and this grove
i walk alone