In luscious green fields <br />As far as one can see <br />With her eyes closed embracing her tree of life, <br />Her supple body <br />And soft cheek pressed against the rough bark <br />Awaiting her beloved <br /> <br />Hugging her from behind <br />He’s hands cupping her bosom <br />Pulling her ever so close <br />Gently turning her to face him <br />Passion in his eyes <br /> <br />The wise old oak tree <br />With whom she shared so much <br />Her memoirs since her 3rd birthday <br />When her puppy died <br />All her little concerns and secrets <br />It is here where their lips first touched <br />Tasted and savoured <br />It is where they will lay to rest <br />No need for words while with her beloved under her tree <br />Though many years have passed <br />The old oak ever majestic <br />Has lost some branches during the winter storm <br /> <br />She sighs with contentment <br />Enjoying the shade it provides <br />After their walk and teaching him all about hugging trees <br />They looked deep into each other’s eyes <br />Then settled on the lush green lawn for their sunset picnic <br />He picked up his guitar and sang to her <br /> Love songs from his soul <br />It is where tonight they will <br />Consummate a lifetime of songs <br />Exploring and learning <br />The air moist with mist <br />Blanketing their pleasured sighs <br />In tune with nature’s nocturnal symphony<br /><br />persian khushi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-wise-old-oak-tree/
