Oh my Beautiful Daffodil . . .
What’s there to weep for . . .
When even our Nights are hollowing. . .
Once again I cannot sleep . . .
From where did this distance sneak in . . .
I know we both have our doubts . . .
And I still have mine to keep . . .
I know you wonder . . .
If I am just one more ignorant creep . . .
But all I wish for is to . . .
Just heal at your tender happy feet . . .
And my heart, it aches . . .
to walk with you . . .
to walk with you . . .
On those un-sad happy Sands and Streets . . .
Or. . .
Are we feeling the end . . .
before we even began . . .
Tell me if you are scared . . .
Or feeling insecure . . .
There is cure . . .
There is cure . . . !!!
I know you are scared for once to leap . . .
But my little Daffodil . .
My Days are reeling as we speak . . .
Though it's just last for a little while . . .
It's just hurts like I am being nailed on a trail . . .
With the Good times calling by our names . . .
To walk on those un-sad sands and streets . . .
Broom your bitter times . . .
off sweep . . .
Just hold my hands and . . .
take the leap . . . !!!
off sweep . . .
Just hold my hands and . . .
take the leap . . . !!!
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