A little Lilly swaying in the breeze,
It's a cold morning but it will not freeze.
For the beauty it holds keeps it warm,
It's gentle sway keeps it safe from harm.
Now my dear you hold the same grace you see,
and my affection for you is unbound like the sea.
So my sweet little love,
Will you be my lilly dove?
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
A little Lilly swaying in the breeze,
It's a cold morning but it will not freeze.
For the beauty it holds keeps it warm,
It's gentle sway keeps it safe from harm.
Now my dear you hold the same grace you see,
and my affection for you is unbound like the sea.
So my sweet little love,
Will you be my lilly dove?
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