FLOATED THOUGHTS: MY SWEETHEART


Come into my abode
Forget the world outside, let us live with one accord
A million miles away, you sing to my hearing
All and sundry are aware of our caring
No metal cutter can split us
No radiation can pass through us

You are my sweetest testimony
The richest with their wealth seek this with money
I adore the one who gave birth to you
The world can be at war for you
We just have a simple place to hide
In our bed, and they will search wide

Let us go to the fields
There we will see the trees blown by the wind
Our dresses will billow in the wind
As we have fun and sing
Let all sorrowful past go
We will now harvest what we sow

©Ralph Amore

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