Culch.ie

Balderdash

Licking stamps eyes closed wide

Holding hands a winters tide

Cealing kisses an envelope torn

And doth returns the summers mourn

Fussy, would he is he can?

Holding hands when all began

Crossing roads an intersect, scorn

And lovers cry together reborn

A smile a glance a passing face

A flowers petals stripped of lace

Warmer softly into began

And tossled sepals a trickle ran

A smile so soft a rushing glow

A lovers charm a pause, you know

Happy, nothing but hands hold warm

And so returns a summers morn