Our Place
Meet me in the place
where the wildflowers grow, and the
grass stretches far as the horizon.
On a cloudy day,
meet me there and
we can dance barefoot
in the rain, and explore the enchanted forests of our minds.
We'll hold hands
and
cuddle under the lone
willow tree,
forget about the world and travel
deep into each other's eyes;
to a place so sweet euphoria will be jealous.
And I'll hold you,
until the Sun sets on forever;
I'll never let you go.
Meet me in the place
where the wildflowers grow.
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