Haystack
Picking the hay out of his golden reddish locks, I look up and smile, as he looks down on me with his big blue eyes. I start to say something, but he stops me, as if he knows that I'll ruin the mood. He runs his hand through my hair and leans down to kiss me in the haystack.
I can feel that he loves me with his sweet and tender kisses, and I try to give him as much love as I can back. But I'm sure he knows. I know he knows I'd do anything for him.