Song of Love? Or Birches of Escape?

You paint a pretty picture,
Like the glimmer of lilac,
Across our dull pink sky.
The passerines,flying high;
The kites, higher.
Little birds that spot, berries atop.
I see them now.

I want to sit with you,
Amidst the Birch trees,
On the archaic wooden bench,
That grins on our backs;
While we sing, The song of love.
LOVE,
that is different,
the one that gives courage.
COURAGE,
to escape the pansies of this world,
to walk tall,
like theses birches in the Garden of our Love.

Let us take a stroll,
You and I, walk with the woodland,
Till the sun downs in gold.

Come back later,
  To the moonless sky,
  where the stars shine and
  so do our eyes;
  where the bareness of the bench,
  Concealed;
  But that of our hearts,
  Revealed.