Morning tryst

Early in the morning,
we run side by side.
Early in the morning,
fast through the countryside.
The grass is wet beneath our feet,
running from the spot we secretly meet.
The sun is rising slowly over the hill,
escaping hand in hand is such a thrill.
Early in the morning,
we pass through the wood.
I would freeze this moment if I could.
Everyone is sleeping warm inside,
as we reach the place we come to hide.
Early in the morning,
we tumble to the ground.
Early morning loving in the oasis we found.