Love Beneath the Piney Boughs
In the morning dew I saw my sweetheart
resting on a bed of queen anne's lace.
He looked every bit the dapper part;
had the look of love on his strong face.
The day burned on and we found a love nest
hidden in the shadows of the trees.
I laid my touseled head upon his chest
and whispered his dear name into the breeze.
We loved each other well into the night
as the sky took on it's ghostly charms.
Moonbeams gathered to our left and right
and we lovingly entwined our arms.
I could stay lost in these woods with him
making love beneath the piney boughs.
We would watch the stars till they grew dim
repeating to each other our love vows.
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