Flowers give birth to sunshine
in your eyes, my love, today.
No mindless river full of hate
can carry me away.
Those eyes, that smile, they burn inside;
a symphony of love.
If I could take you in my arms
I'd hold you up above,
and take you to a wondrous place
where we can live alone.
A place for family, love and friends,
who share the private love.
If we are lucky, then, a girl!
Perhaps a little boy!
And IRA's will matter less
as we delve into the joy
of Puff the Magic Dragon
which I will sing so well!
Not as well as famous people,
but, oh, oh what the hell.
Both of them will love me
as we work on two or three.
Two or three young babies
to set my heart so free.
The past imprisons many men
who only need the love
of Mom and three young babies
setting spirits high above.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Absouloutly beautiful write
o just love your words you shine out like the sun.
A delightful read I was in awe. Very nice job indeed!
Blessings!
Sharon
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Very nice
This is sweet.
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Ellis
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Not really
Parkinson's is dragging me down. It is progressive. Don't have the energy, coordination, or mental clarity from before and it is gradually getting worse. Can't be helped. It affects my writing, though, which is why I'm not foing as much. --Ellis
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