Like the breeze in the trees; The freshness of summer greeting,
So I’d book my ticket and wear something light. You’d pick me up and think wow what a sight. We’d drive around for a while. You were a visitor, time after time. You give me the pleasure of your eyes.
Today prepares tomorrow’s change to keep. appointments neither ‘good’ nor ‘ill’, to reap. but it got late in it was only me around. u pick up your case from off the ground
no matter how difficult or long. claims she isn’t afraid of anything. Everything about you is an inspiration. I do not know if i will be worthy of your affection.
as the night grow long. Stares at the sky when at home.
The Same Old Song & this is totally wrong.
