The Lover’s Journey: Part 3

My Lover, my friend, this journey I take,

They said I was a fool to vow for your affection

And that through the frail winter winds,

And scorching summer sun,

Even the brown leaves of the autumn’s bliss

Would leave me helpless and drain,

But here I come.

Never before have I wanted anything,

And if there was any bliss to be have,

It’s you and me between the cottons and hays.

I can’t wait to be in your arms.

The last part comes out tomorrow. I hope you liked it. It was just for fun anyway, nothing serious.



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