Upon this primrose hill
Where heaven would still,
I walked to find true love
Audacious like dove.
While waiting, I will write a manuscript
About losing a grip.
All thoughts of sex and think to move
My love to study her and not to love.
But where to find a true love?
Love like that from above;
Where the two of us could lay
The bars from relay
2 Comments
Nice poem 🙂
You are talented!
Thanks Rintjez!
I hope to hear your comments again!