By Francis
Date: 30 March 2001
Waterfall and butterfles
It was by a waterfall
when first my love did blossom.
In ages yet to come
this will i remember
sunlight gracing open stage,
waters whispering as it fell,
and you taking center
giving life to this forgotten glade,
butterfly's kissed your awaiting lips
melting my heart to softest butter.
Picnic basket full of wine and cheese,
sat we then on grass so soft
to relax in each others company,
share a cup of fragrant wine.
From the basket you took your fill.
watching you i took mine.
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