No trace of tears or fears
Just orange skies, golden fields,
Faeries, magic and stardust.
Secrets whispered into each other's ears
The knowing looks exchanged
A song for every thought, touch.
Nobody knows our world, but us two.
'Tis our little haven, our grove, our escape.
Where we find ourselves, and found each other too.
Each moment is a kiss.
A smile in baffling disbelief.
The blushing of cheeks and reddening of lips.
Hold my face in your hands,
And hold me there for an eternity.
For I will not tire of it.