and when I see her walking
in the early hours of the morning
through the fields of our yesterdays
with the shine of a new tomorrow
in her eyes I can only sigh
it is when I love her innocence the most
walking through our morning's haze into
the brightness of a coming day wondering
what life will bring when our future finds
its self where our hearts sigh
and when I see her walking in the early hours
of this morning with a breeze running through
the darkness of her hair I know it is that shade
of loveliness I want to share
(c) JR. 2019
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woensdag 20 maart 2019
dinsdag 3 juli 2018
My Queen
at the crack of dawn, a silent mist
covers the fields, it is there nature
roams
it is my home I will take you there
to this kinfdom o' mine if you care
taste how it feels
maybe you'll be my queen
(c) JR. 1085
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