For All To See

guided by fireflies and the pale moon's light you carve out our love in a tree with your knife our initials and a heart left for all to see deep in the meadow where you made love to me grass from our bed lays flatten amongst other blades there in that forest where memories were made the stars were the blanket in a soft velvet night and the nightingale was hushed by each uttered sigh the tree stands there still, a tall leafy oak shadowing the grasses where love lay with hope and there carved deeply in the trunk of that tree is a heart with initials left for all to see