Loving One Another

Cool Riga Pics 136

Whenever he became as gruff

as a wild mustang on the run

gently she would smile

brush back his hair and say

make me sing like the strings of a fiddle

make me feel like the dew

on a crystal, clear summer morning

and love me as gently as a stream

running through a meadow of wildflowers

but their love was fine anyway

they fit together walking and talking

when they kissed their passion lit off sky rockets

to the heavens sprinkling the bright stars about

when the stormy days came

and it seemed the rains wouldn’t go away

their stubbornness apparent

they’d look at one another

she’d sigh in frustration and say

make me sing like the strings of a fiddle

make me feel like the dew

on a crystal, clear summer morning

and love me as gently as a stream

running through a meadow of wildflowers

and the music for them would go on and on

holding hands and running barefoot

through the morning dew

while he placed a crown of fresh-picked daisies

on her head in the meadow where they played

on her head in the meadow where they played

running through a meadow of wildflowers

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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