Sitting on a park bench in the summer, Watching the young children at play, The air filled with fresh blossoms and laughter, The sunshine accenting the day, At the wishing well, lovers are wishing, Yet for me something is missing. So I pass by without a long delay. Walking on a country road in autumn, Watching the leaves fall down, The brilliant color makes my heart soften, They dance as they descend to the ground At the wishing well, lovers are wishing, Yet for me something is missing. So I pass by without making a sound. Looking out the window in the winter, Seeing the snow carress the trees, The radiant white blanket lends cover, To the roses that lay under the freeze, At the wishing well, lovers are wishing, Yet for me something is missing. So I pass by without feeling the breeze. I went to that wishing well this past spring, And wished my wish with all my heart, Casting a coin hoping it'd bring, A lovely tomorrow and romantic start, At the wishing well, lovers are wishing, Yet for me something is missing. As the seasons pass, and we're still apart.
Reason for writing:
For my sweet inspiring lady, Jean Louise, of Sidney, British
Columbia, Canada may it bring a smile to your face, as you
definitely bring a smile to mine...
Birth sign: Not entered
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