Sitting all alone,
in the shadow of the willow,
whispers warm their hearts.
Promises of forever,
and commitments of always.
Innocent as a children,
hearts pure as gold.

Then when the sun hides behind the moon,
and the stars come out to play,
and the water pours from the sky
they take refuge under the pavilion.
Stand and watch as the sky cries,
yelling, and sending lightning down too.

A show for just the two of them,
none of the world exists
except for their
two hands holding,
the sky pouring down,
and their two hearts beating
perfectly in sync to each others.