BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Take my hand and run with me,
Across the meadow, wild and free.
Taste life at it's very best,
And when we tire, we shall rest,
In a bed of flowers and rosy clover,
Come to me and be my lover.
Let the sun caress our skin,
As a warming fire burns within;
Let the breeze fan the heady heat,
As from the world we retreat.
Let nature sing it's simple song,
As our hearts join where we belong.
And when the passion fades away,
And we hold each other in the day,
Body to body, sighing, content,
In the crushed petals and sensual scent;
Let us remember that love is free,
Yet you took my hand and ran with me.
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