Walk with me
Just hold my hand
Together
We can cross this land.
We'll hear the distant Red Fox bark
Gaze aloft, and watch the Lark.
Come sit below this ancient Oak
And hear the words that Byron spoke.
We'll gaze at nature's wondrous hue
Which make the bells such perfect blue.
Then dip our fingers in the stream
And close our eyes, perchance to dream.
When stars appear in mighty splendor
To light your form, so warm and tender.
With my lips I'll worship you
So you will know my love is true.
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Lets hope this love poem is enough honey for the dream to become reality.
know my love is true, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Owain, really lovely and a delight to read. Well done.