UNDER THE LINDEN TREE
You kissed me under the linden tree,
its branches our refuge..
the night was dark, the winds so fierce,
in a moment a deluge
as the drops came down upon the earth,
like missiles in a war..
your kisses kept me wrapped in bliss,
the storm seemed oh so far
and thunder rolled, the lightening flashed,
brief glow in sky was cast..
leaves trembled slightly, huddled in mass,
our cover green and vast
for though the sky had opened up,
and nature's wrath was brewing..
we could not see, we could not hear
for our hearts were busy wooing
yet so, alas we stole a glance
when droplets earthly bound...
broke through our shelter, leaves weak and moist,
our warm skin they had found
and hand in hand we made a run,
your shirt covering my head..
through rain, and mud, and thunder's roar
to the shelter up ahead
we laughed and sighed our eyes so bright..
our hearts filled to the brim..
with sweet emotion, childish glee,
and a passion deep within
the linden tree, so masterful,
so large and oh so wise..
protective spirit, and aged trunk,
so much he has surmised
we would return within his boughs
months later, once again...
to share a kiss and whisper words,
this time without the rain
the balmy breeze, the scent of green
by nature's own verdure...
had cast upon our summer night
a magic soft and pure
and underneath our linden tree
with moonlight bright in view..
twas then we knew our souls would speak,
they whispered "I love you".
Copyright 2010
xoxo
Miss Sandra
its branches our refuge..
the night was dark, the winds so fierce,
in a moment a deluge
as the drops came down upon the earth,
like missiles in a war..
your kisses kept me wrapped in bliss,
the storm seemed oh so far
and thunder rolled, the lightening flashed,
brief glow in sky was cast..
leaves trembled slightly, huddled in mass,
our cover green and vast
for though the sky had opened up,
and nature's wrath was brewing..
we could not see, we could not hear
for our hearts were busy wooing
yet so, alas we stole a glance
when droplets earthly bound...
broke through our shelter, leaves weak and moist,
our warm skin they had found
and hand in hand we made a run,
your shirt covering my head..
through rain, and mud, and thunder's roar
to the shelter up ahead
we laughed and sighed our eyes so bright..
our hearts filled to the brim..
with sweet emotion, childish glee,
and a passion deep within
the linden tree, so masterful,
so large and oh so wise..
protective spirit, and aged trunk,
so much he has surmised
we would return within his boughs
months later, once again...
to share a kiss and whisper words,
this time without the rain
the balmy breeze, the scent of green
by nature's own verdure...
had cast upon our summer night
a magic soft and pure
and underneath our linden tree
with moonlight bright in view..
twas then we knew our souls would speak,
they whispered "I love you".
Copyright 2010
xoxo
Miss Sandra
