Wednesday verbal poetry and some words.

A April girl

 

I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring,

I want to hold the hands of April blessing,

I want to steal kisses by the flowing river and

for us to walk barefooted in the gentle water.

I want us to drink the sweetest wine and

for us to talk of places and things we shall do.

I love my April girl who,

love to dance with the wildflowers and dandelions freely.

I told her,

My dear April love,

I pray you love me, like I adore you.

You are sweetest days and most wonderful nights.

Dancing Coyote