Field Of Roses

Peace and tranquility,
In this field of roses,
The smell of the meadow,
Right under our noses.

We lay on our backs,
Staring at the sky,
Hand in hand,
Watching birds fly.

Our lips trace back and forth,
Sweetness in their taste,
Wrapped in each others arms,
Our fingers interlace.

We stare into each other's eyes,
Trapped within their pools,
Hearts beating so fast,
A pair of lovestruck fools.

In this field of flowers,
Resting under the sun,
Enveloped by its warmth,
We lay here together as one.