You'll find him standing below a willow tree.
Waiting for the one he loves to come forth to thee.
Every night she sets forth to spree.
Sundown, out the window she'll flee.
Alone, together, they are set free.

The dim of the moon their only source of light.
Opportunity to spend their time together to reunite.
Among his arms he holds her tight.
Kisses within emerge into a delight.
As one, they make a enchanting sight.

Dusk to dawn, the sun quickly starts to rise.
What was once a hello, soon ends in goodbyes.
A look of sorrow fills both set of eyes.
Trying to hold back her tears, she cries.
Time to return back to a life of lies.

In her bed she is reawaken.
Only three hours of sleep she had taken.
That night's dreams was mistaken.
Words of it will never be spoken.
This mystic love is to be forsaken.