Come and sit
Under
The perfumed awning
Enjoy the scents
The blooms
With me
Cuddle up
On the pink seat
Hold my hand
Kiss me
As we sit
And share
Secrets
And I proclaim
My love for you
About the Creator
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Comments (7)
Awww, how lovely! This was sooooo sweet and wonderful!
I never liked pink, but that bower is smashing in pink. I could sit there all day.
This is a lovely piece!
Sweet! 😊👍 I think there might be an accidental typo 5th line ‘the blooms’..
Crisp and mesmerizing romantic words of love
Beautiful!
Romantic!