Mar 2017
Ripen into my lover, O Dear!
And seek the primrose path,
One placed in a field so near,
Mountains covered with grass.
Do not let go the will you need
To push your petals wide ope,
Break the chains and be freed,
Not rest within the binding coat.
I will tend to you at morning,
I will tend to you at eventide,
Just promise me you're turning
Into the love I need deep inside.
And seek the primrose path,
One placed in a field so near,
Mountains covered with grass.
Do not let go the will you need
To push your petals wide ope,
Break the chains and be freed,
Not rest within the binding coat.
I will tend to you at morning,
I will tend to you at eventide,
Just promise me you're turning
Into the love I need deep inside.
Fantasy about the ability to grow a lover upon a vine and care for her like the rose she was always meant to be, but not rush her in any way to wrap around me.
