There…under the exotic tree,
The candid child in us at play:
I saw the little boy in thee,
In woods, with joy running that day;
Our hands softly touching a leaf green,
In hearts, rosy love blooming unseen.
‘I’ve never got lost in forest, when I was a boy! ‘
Thou said, whilst thyself losing in me…
That moment, we embraced in glances coy,
As the light of love was there to see;
And through that journey of the mind,
Our hearts encountered in Sublime!
They were wandering amongst the trees,
And singing birds, and butterflies;
And they were light, and pure, and free;
Happily, they vanished in the skies…
The little boy, hand-in-hand with tiny me:
There…under the exotic tree!
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