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,
I met the life, in fields of mice,
And felt its brilliance from above.
Not once but twice.
It peered at me with masked blue eyes,
And hair so yellow golden.
It fell to her womanhood,
My heart she'd sweetly stolen.
One kiss from lips of daffodils,
Way up in yonder foothills.
We embraced eternal,
Emotions all external.
And hence we stayed, and played,
Enjoying the sun, the field, the day.
And with her I surely walked away,
As the love and life she still portrays.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Really good write, RSM. I enjoyed the read.
Thnaks, im glad u liked it
This had such a sense of romance from another era. It seems folk like and of times gone by. A wistful feel and a dreamlike quality. Nice
Thank you for a great comment as always
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