"The Promise Of Love" - Thom Fawn Pistol
Spring is abloom with ravishing delight
Flowers, petals of pink beauty
And yellow promise
And purple promise
Where is my fair lady?
Is she over there by the parking meter,
Locking her metal steed?
Whither? Quiver
In the spring breeze
And ride on with your groceries
I have seen love today
Away, but not forever.
We shall be
As One, perhaps later,
In June
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