The sweet love I feel
for her with the sweet disposition
Is a fondness with no walls
Love screams, it bellows , It calls
It calls your name
It shouts from mountain high
It whispers from meadow low
It wandered in on shrill wind blow
Up and down those hills it blew
Through peaks and troughs it knew
It sighed , It groaned on grassy dew
true love found sweet dispositioed you
Martyn Grindrod
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Author:
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