You’re golden now and barefoot,
With Spring etched on your heart,
You’re the fullest of the reddest fruit,
Your kiss twists of sweet and tart.
I’ll follow you down the pathway,
Where songbirds compose dreams,
And wary clouds keep their space,
To spread the sun’s bright beams.
We’ll lay side by side in meadows,
Your lips up close with mine,
Fair as heaven’s flowers,
Your beauty grown divine.
We’ll settle there in treetops,
My black hair on your fair skin,
Our bodies but one body,
Our souls entwined within.
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