Toward the evening, all alone,
We walked between two walls of stone
and summer birds were born aloft;
The grass was cool and green and soft.
You looked about, and from your face
I knew that you had marked that place
For us to lie, by all unseen;
The grass was cool and soft and green.
In that secluded special spot
we shed our clothes and worried not,
But in accord let passions rule;
The grass was soft and green and cool.
You were not soft, nor cool was I
As joined in love we there did lie.
The love we knew will never pass,
As will the soft and cool green grass.