Under the OaK tree

Posted: April 29, 2014 in poetry

Under this oak tree we lie
A moment never to throw away
This place filled with array
Eons to praise each eye
Ages to spend here we lie
Your voluptuous body I won’t let may
Adoration of your body everyday
This love’s light never shall die
Hands of the hour and minute run
To turn this eve’s like to decay
Taker to lower earth rings no bell
To the Priest let’s take our turn
Your mouth spit not nay
Our story one can tell


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