In the field down on his knees Holding my hand His truth being voiced to me Being afraid that he is loving me too soon Falling for me, I’ve already fallen for him Sweet small kisses under a starry sky Can I say that I love him? I can see myself loving him Waiting for more time to pass As a face is planted needily into my stomach arms wrapped around legs and backs Hands caressing tendrils of gold Muffled words being spoken “Don’t go” Repeatedly, as if saying them more could make reality change Moments pass, wet grass soaking tattered threads Sweet small kisses under a starry sky Suspicion raised Afraid of being caught A month difference We take to the lighted street Still sighing over sweet small kisses under a starry sky