Grapevine

Onward the field of love, inward the inner course of beauty, divine the colors made of purple to stepped thoroughly in tow, it isn't snow has fallen beneath the fingertips, not hardily to handle many lips too, pressure the truest hearts to be a grapevine, right on things to untwine, you cannot whine out of line between little words came along, unleashed the ultimate song, it wasn't truly wrong way, grapevine cannot be squished, grapevine would be carefree, be like one tough tree, find the compassion to falling in love, and receive many smiles coming up nicely, grapevine is like a poem to retell, grapevine should  so swell on romantic side, The End

Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-6-19