She’s got daisies in her hair
Collected on a hike
With a bubbling brook laugh
We circled the bay on bike
Her blinding essence
We fit like a glove
Dive in the pool
And also a love
She’s got apple cider lips
And cinnamon filled eyes
Leaves drift off the trees
We promise no goodbyes
Her coat warm and ready
For the next blanket of snow
Carols in the square
Sleepy snuggles by the fireplace aglow
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
She’s got daisies in her hair
Collected on a hike
With a bubbling brook laugh
We circled the bay on bike
Her blinding essence
We fit like a glove
Dive in the pool
And also a love
She’s got apple cider lips
And cinnamon filled eyes
Leaves drift off the trees
We promise no goodbyes
Her coat warm and ready
For the next blanket of snow
Carols in the square
Sleepy snuggles by the fireplace aglow
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