Wild Roses On The Hill
An escapade sweet as a marshmallow day
when tangerine dreams fed our evergreen stream.
Our magnet attraction neath radiant ray
did butter the air where the breezes did teem
and whirlwinds of roses anointed the brae.
Their scent, my surrender, romantic the scheme,
exotic the fever and dance with a flame —
ah, rapture of capture! The wooer’s end game.
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