A garden with few flowers
Where red roses and lilies bloom
In mid July after light showers
I met you that Saturday afternoon
As you made your entrance
Holding the Sunday school flower vase
With joy did my heart dance
Towards me you walked pace by pace
When you asked me to help pluck
Flowers for the Sunday school
I found it hard to believe my luck
'Cause I’d always acted like a fool
Twenty four years had passed since
That Saturday afternoon
And now finally I’m convinced
That you’re the only moon
Which will forever shine in my life.
( Saturday, September 8, 2012 at 3:16pm)
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