Honey Moon

It was Backwoods at Summer Camp.
In the middle of the trees.
Night fishing with the lake water to our knees.
Skinny dipping with heavenly clouds surrounding us.
I was given my lady's bidding to discuss.

Oh honey, how the moon shines on us two.
Without my moonlight trust what ever would I do?
I was slow dancing in a empty blackness.
Those lovely words just happened to be foreign accents.
But your intentions, quickly became my favorite asset.

It wrapped me in satisfaction,
But how could this ever last?
How could I faithfully love?
When I'm just another part of my dad.
I refuse to be tied down,
By the troubles in my past.
Summer was past, and day was past.

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