Quite a quiet
Romantic poet
loves and adores
beauty
for he
alone knows
what’s it
to be in love with a million
Hopefully!
someone will fall
in my cup
my eyes will see
a butter cup
a fly
a bee
and
a butterfly kissing flowers at me
lovely must she be
to fly about me
I shall throw away
my heart
with glee
if she comes
flying to me
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Loved
You are getting sweet,
lovely wishes there young Bard.
I wonder if that love has yet saturated your thoughts
Then confusion will be the word of the day.
Go well young free Spirit,
There is a flower waiting for you to settle.
Yours, Ian..
you are that flower
you are that kindly light
which illuminates
a lonely eagle
on it's flight
ere ..... say what now you may