My Love Poem by Cheryl Esparzapolomino

In the Warm, Bright afternoon sun,
We are always in the fields.
There, in the warm weather we run,
Never taking any such yield.
I let my braid go free
As I giggle at your smile
You lead me to the tree
Your kiss making this worth while.
Oh darling, with your love
You make me spew hearts
Your touch as light as a dove,
You shall never throw darts.
I want you forever in my life,
so please my king make me your wife.