Passion drives me to will
A land for faerie folk to fill
Misery departs from the soil here
Truest delight is loving dear
Walk to the bank of a flowing stream
Talk in the shade of a flowering dream
Bask in the light where the sky does shine
Listen to the birds chirp and the the tipping of wine
As your life treats your sisters and brothers
Friendship brightens or dims and smothers
Tell yourself how to be fresh and free
as a bee flying to an apple tree
Whatever silly rhymes propose
You know that your love is a beautiful rose
No comments:
Post a Comment
Go Ahead: Comment.