`` Lovers by Amy M FitchSpringtime,
Gentle caress,
Taste of you kiss;
Such sweetness.
Sun in your eyes,
Breeze in your hair,
Blanket made of daisies
The smell of the fresh air.
In the middle of our meadow
Time stood still
Holdin' one to each other
As lovers will.
Dreams painted
In the clouds that go by.
Hopes and visions reachin' for the sky.
Comfort there in your arms,
So much would change if you were gone.
But I have no fears.
In the middle of our meadow
Time stands still
Holdin' one to each other
As lovers will.
01/05/2002 Posted on 01/05/2002 Copyright © 2024 Amy M Fitch
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