Bring the day, in warmth we play,
And laze in fields of daffodils.
Their aroma hence, around the fence,
Upon the grassy foothills sway.
This is where I met my love,
My silouette layed in fields of yellow.
And felt its brilliance and nothing of,
Herr wanting grace so mellow.
She peered at me with masked blue eyes,
And hair so black and golden.
I trembled at her womanhood,
My heart she\'d sweetly stolen.
One kiss from lips of daffodils,
Way up hence over yonder foothills.
We embraced for near eternity,
Our hearts, they sounded out externally.
Yet hers the same, like a drum,
Her tears of rain, make the flowers hum.
I follow her forever more.
In fields of dafidils, a spring time lore.