The February winds blew through the field,
Morning silence dominated the Marsh.
Never did I think that their love would yield-
Parent separations can be too harsh.
It became my turn to give it a try,
Holding hands wondering if its true love…
I only saw lightning flash in the sky,
Feelings of fear I couldn’t get rid of-
Started running then & I have not stopped,
Created distractions to get away.
My plans for love would soon have to be swapped,
For cobblestone roads and red chardonnay.
Accordions play and sing through my ears,
The magic of love without all the tears.