*I’ll walk up to her
seek her hand
one September
in the far meadowland!
Where the grass grows tall
the sky is low
dreams are small
hearts aglow!
I’ll walk up to her
taste her lip
one September
love her deep!
Where the winds don’t cease
in their song
just one kiss
grows love long!
I’ll walk up to her
to read her eyes’
shining star
she can’t disguise!
Where the needs are small
in reach is sky
giving easy is all
in love to die!*
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
*I’ll walk up to her
seek her hand
one September
in the far meadowland!
Where the grass grows tall
the sky is low
dreams are small
hearts aglow!
I’ll walk up to her
taste her lip
one September
love her deep!
Where the winds don’t cease
in their song
just one kiss
grows love long!
I’ll walk up to her
to read her eyes’
shining star
she can’t disguise!
Where the needs are small
in reach is sky
giving easy is all
in love to die!*
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