The time for love, the time to weep, the time goes forward
and toward of lifetime, we dance a storm like the hurricane
and tornadoes were spinning through constantly, when a
vibrant and young boy who meant a young girl, he’d look at
her eyes of the sunshine rose, he got a neat smile at her, he
loves to wink and blink his enchanted eye at her too, he put
his feathered hand on her sweet daisy cheek as smooth and
gentle as it goes, he put his nose to rub her nose together
and be told, he put his cherry lips were attached her lips like
few inches close to kiss her like tenderloin
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-2-16
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