Kevin Michael Bloor

passion flower

What are you thinking, my sweet summer rose?
What are you dreaming, my pretty primrose?
Where are they leading, those thoughts in your mind?
Who is the lover you\'re hoping to find?

Will you, I wonder, be thinking of me?
Will you remember how we used to be?
Lovebirds together, twin flames of pure fire,
laid down in the meadow at dawn of desire!

What are you feeling, my pure passion flower?
Who are you longing for hour after hour?
Tell me, oh love of my life, is it mine,
that name carved with yours on that Western White Pine?