Under the Apple Tree

We both stand in a meadow of blue
Where we dance around the apple tree
I sell myself to you
You sell yourself to me

Below the tree and under the shade
We do see ourselves for who we be
The cost of this goes unpaid
Our own hearts are a size of a sea

Do be quick and say your will
But you're too quiet where you stand
It's happening too fast; it's a thrill
Instead we should just hold each other's hands

We shall know what is in our hearts
To speak maybe wrong, because words do fail
Your hand moves quick, then it darts
We hold our hands, which become pale

Our eyes do meet, just for a moment
Thoughts exchange, then are read
What is seen you shouldn't repent
Even with out a single word being said

We know of what we say
What can we say or do
We just hold hands, and stand at bay
What will we go through?