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.
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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
There is a poem by Wordsworth (1770-1850) about daffodils. Those flowers had a marked influence on him.
Its a pretty flower. I think i may have read the poem. Thank you for your comments. ๐
Your words paint love like golden light,
dancing with daffodilsโpure delight.
Thank you for commenting.
You are very welcome๐
Excellent write... It's so rhythmic and musical. Loved it. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for your kind words
very tender and lyrical.. God bless you both
an enjoyable read
so sweet and soft, and a tad playful. hey lovely, indeed.
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