"Beneath The Weeping Willow"

The sweet spring wind,
blowing gently over my moist skin.
I pull away the hair from my face,
In an attempt dress in my gown of lace.

I open the blinds,and lift the window,
To here the whispers of the weeping willow.
As it moves w the storm,in a fury of wonder,
our memories beneath it are pulling me under.

OH i so love the weeping willow,
The silk sheet,and cozy satin pillow.
The sweetness,in the gracefully fallen rain,
Oh i can feel it all,all over again.

There was so much passion for a time,
Then the storm passed,and the stars were in line.
And our heat drifted but left a glow,
Beneath The Weeping Willow