Smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue?
And smiles the choice of rose hips hue
That brings to me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft as slender new
Who brings me the laughter of bluebells white?
And dances those greens like a garden sprite
That brings to me the azure mornings light?
Like a thistledown angel lost in flight
Who brings me a meadows flowing flaxen hair
And whispering words spellbinding without a care
That brings to me a same sense of wonders rare?
Like woodland lilies under a leaf mould layer
Who brings me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft as slender new
With smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Yes, my child it’s you!
By Mark Heathcote
© 2008 Mark Heathcote
(All rights reserved)
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