Just a little sort-of romantic poem;)
Walk with me a while
Through the meadow grass,
Alongside the singing brook,
Shining silver glass.
Where warm sun beats down
Upon my let-down hair
And songbirds trill sweetly
Of the day so fair.
Stroll these fields of clover,
My hand clasped in yours.
This day we can feel safe,
Away from storms and wars.
Perhaps we shall see
A young doe and her fawn,
Or just talk and wander
Til the day is gone.
Then catch me a shooting star
As twilight settles in,
And promise me that like its light,
Our love shall never dim.
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012
