Frolicking in spring's fresh air
Lies us infield engrossed, ensnaired,
Knowing soon will come the grass,
Restoring land that will amass;
Summer befalls, fires warn,
Ends approach and I'll adorn
You with a rose in your hair
We know the land time not impairs.
Come close so that our hearts are felt,
My hand ought graze your cheek rosen
So when its cold and we turn frozen
We will never, ever melt.
3 comments:
I love this one!
you cant just change up the flow ant the end cuzzo...but i like this one!
So which of your girlfriends did you write this one for? Sweet Fella.... :) But seriously, did you have to start with frolicking? Lol. It kinda sparked an image of a big long-haired dog prancing down a hill.... Oh so romantic.
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