Wispering pines and weaping willows br all hold the secret to my soul, as they br were the first to know of the night br we first kissed, we first held each br other so tightly with so much pasion br br Why is it so difficult to forget something br so painfull, why is it so painfull to be br difficult and warm at the same time br br You blew your branches filled with an aroma br of the hills of pine waving a gentle breeze br with the aid of the willow's fan br br Your lips never tasted as sweetly as the night br the pines and willows were our only visitors br in harmony they were singing to us, and the br willow knew all along, the emptiness would br stay with my soul blanketed with the aroma br and gentleness of a warm summers night....