So when can my sassy smile,
Be gazed upon by your chestnut eyes?
Shall I stroll that golden mile?
Meet you at home to hug away my thirsting sighs.
The beams of sun have peeped hello,
Called to the wind to cease its blow.
Amble with the boys along our walk,
Pass the time with our looks and light chatter'd talk.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
So when can my sassy smile,
Be gazed upon by your chestnut eyes?
Shall I stroll that golden mile?
Meet you at home to hug away my thirsting sighs.
The beams of sun have peeped hello,
Called to the wind to cease its blow.
Amble with the boys along our walk,
Pass the time with our looks and light chatter'd talk.
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