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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