The Italian Garden Poem by Graham Wolfe

Come on get over here
Early, I promise I won't stare
just giggle like a girl
trying to play the game
Is much more fun than the game

Always going places
Easy excuse to be together
Destroying barriers in order to feel somthing
with the only one that feels it too

Discovering objectives with you
As fast as the longest hand
On the smallest of clocks

It's okay because when it comes to be
I don't know what it is for me to see
but when your shy
you tend to wink at first light
stop if you want me
but if you are good you go to the line