Under the Willows

As leaves have fallen through the years
they faintly remember the joys, the tears,
of passing summers where lovers met:
Under the willows that silently wept.

Under the willow the grass was so green...
Children played in the cooling stream.
And laying upon the fragrant grass,
we dreamt of summers past.

Back to the days so young, so free,
when I thought time would remain with me.
But now I await the hour we'll meet:
Under the willows that silently weep.