Fires burning bright
And lakeside afternoons
Arms around my waist
Just listening to the loons.
And when the sun is gone,
We settle in a tent
Blissfully together
As I breathe in your scent.
The flowers blooming big,
The grass is growing tall,
You still talk of love
And promise me your all.
I guess I'm a little worried
Of a slightly trivial thing
I guess I'm a little worried
You'll offer me a ring.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
Fires burning bright
And lakeside afternoons
Arms around my waist
Just listening to the loons.
And when the sun is gone,
We settle in a tent
Blissfully together
As I breathe in your scent.
The flowers blooming big,
The grass is growing tall,
You still talk of love
And promise me your all.
I guess I'm a little worried
Of a slightly trivial thing
I guess I'm a little worried
You'll offer me a ring.
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