Saturday, September 02, 2006

Young Lovers

it was summer long ago,
when paisley was in,
Nixon was president,
and rock was alive.

where the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.
on a hillside,
such fiery ground,
I kissed your mouth,
you kissed mine.

we were in love,
once:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.

we enraptured, and
caressed, lacking
knowledge of what to do.

when the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.

passions rose,
heated blood, your
eyes met mine, I knew
not what to expect.

how the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.

the weather threatened,
we exploded,
it thunderstormed,
I ran all the way home,
timeless memories live,
of a time the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and I

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