Under the Willow Tree-poem

Down in the meadow,
Where the children play,
Underneath the willow tree lays our grave,

Me and you were the best of friends,
We wished that our lives would never end,
But that summer, with those men,
That was when you said Amen,

We would play, dusk till dawn,
We would never leave eachother, so we had sworn,
We held each other through the storms,
We played together, on the grassy lawn

Where we met, down the lake,
That was where we would wake,
Clasping each other by the hand,
We were running away, so we planned,

We'd be free spirits, in the woods,
Do what we liked, when we could,
Though our love was far to strong,
We stayed friends, all life long,

Down in the meadow,
Where the children play,
Underneath the willow tree lays our grave,

We kept it simple, we kept it clear,
No leaving, till we finished our last school year,
Through out the year you were just a 'mate'
Proves we left it far to late,

It was during a dark night storm,
Thats when our love grew warm,
When the bad men came to the glen,
Tracking us down, it came then,

Out came the knives,
Shorlty after our lives,
What had we done so wrong?
Where was our disaster?Did we leave it too long?

The answer was no, we followed our plan,
We hadnt planned for their big scary vans,
We just grabbed life by the horns,
I loved you forever, we both had sworn

Down in the meadow,
Where the children play,
Underneath the willow tree lays our grave,