By: Bran Lorenzo
Cool rays windy days the harvest of sunshine that rests on my notebook this day
where can it go? this feeling that i have right now.
If I were to describe the delight i have in knowing that i have you, on to have you in my arms
and if i say it much, darling, it is because i cannot help myself.
Do you remember one time when we were enjoying a glass of tea,
there by on Spanhoekk by that quiet quaint Dutch resto that I used to take you to,
one thing that i cannot deny myself is the need to describe thoughts and feelings, an understanding
that you and I have and delight in.
I dream sometimes, sweetheart, that we are in Bloomfield again, by the old park near the bountiful antique outlets
with our cup of latte, hand in hand.
The feeling of your hand in mine.
My heart is happy, darling, and I want you to know that.
I wait again, my adored one, to again touch your hand.Linkback:
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