New Love

October 20, 2011
Blue skies, high above
Waving green grass cushioning
The signs of new spring
Red roses bloom by the stream,
The roses you gave me.

Whispering wind soars
Through the tall, noble mountains.
We sit by the stream,
You and me, with sweet smiles
Sighing the sweet words of love





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