Perhaps one night you will come to me
Like the rustling in the willow tree
Your footsteps gentle in moon’s soft rays
My eyes meeting yours in longing gaze
Perchance this time will soon come to be
When both our hearts can be set free
I hear the words that my heart now says
Perhaps one night you will come
I wait in silence my mind in a daze
In these green fields where cows do graze
Where summer flowers my eyes can see
While the willow weeps for you and me
In sadness my heart cries out and prays
Perhaps one night you will come
So beautiful ❤️
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Yes, tender and lovely and beautiful.
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Aww. Thankyou so much Deborah. I really enjoyed writing this one. A bit of fantasy lol
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It really worked, Lorraine.
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Bless you Deborah. Much love to you. Xoxo
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And you I am a bit slow keeping up with comments now Lorraine just trying to keep my head above water. xoxo
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Beautiful! Hugs…
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