William Tate Bond
Violets In May - Poem by William Tate Bond
Violets in May
believe me when I say
your eyes are violet blue,
your lips alluring too.
Life can be so swell
picking violets in a dell.
Life can be so great
picking violets with your mate.
I'll forever pray
for violets in May.
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