Pumpkin Beer
Sweet thoughts, rainfall
It's just that kind of day
Sitting in my favorite chair
Words here on display
Before too long a finished post
A new morning bouquet
That's meant to say ILU
And get you on your way
For you to know that I'm right here
And that I'm always TAY
Just message me and you'll receive
Response without delay
And even intermittent
I'm still not far away
Anything concerning you
Is never done halfway
My dreams of us together
Span quite the vast array
But there's one recurring dream I have
Its substance I'll convey
It's...
A first class French excursion,
A personal chalet,
Long and lazy afternoons
At quaint outdoor cafés
Romantic Paris evenings
A Moulin Rouge soiree
Moonlight strolls along The Seine,
Then up Champs Elysees
Sup late European-style
That's how they do it anyway
Why not? Just like the old adage,
"When in France," they say
And when the final curtains close
On our self-directed play
'Tis the season to head back home
And prepare to hit the hay
Then just before you fall asleep
A few things if I may:
One, I love you very much
Two, with me forever stay
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