Song of My Songs

I sing you a song of my songs,

one that speaks of all beauty,

a field where wild flowers bloom

and our youthful legs scamper through.


I sing you a song of my songs,

one where your hand is in mine,

where our fingers have entwined

and our hearts long to beat as one.


I sing you a song of my songs,

sung from a heart in your hands,

with words not always perfect,

rhythm never flawless.


I sing you a song of my songs,

one we have promised to sing together,

no matter the joys or sorrows,

wherever we go.



copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr

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