Let’s go for a Sunday drive Down a long and winding road The passing fields will be freshly mowed With the top down, we’ll feel so alive
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Generous without a flaw Kind to the less fortunate A wonderful dad An awesome uncle A great son An ornery little brother
Let’s take a walk Down memory lane On this lovely fall day And talk about our youth * We’ll walk under an awning. Remembering our wooing
I need you I want you To hold me And don't let go * Tightly Lovingly Hold me And never let go * Give me your attention.
My Dear, My Love, My Only One, You prod me out of my mind. My Love, My Only One, You put me in such a lust. My Only One,
Come with me, my Dear, On a walk to Metro Park Take a hike to Love
I love you more Then any word can say You are the one I want to stay I'll love you till the end Of all time without a trace
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Let's go on a bike trip to the country Take a picnic basket full of delectables Let us lie on top of a red plaid blanket
Love is in the air Eros has been busy A boy and a girl make a pair Eros shot his bow at Izzy. Love is in the air Eros is very near
Come grow old with me Come view our love as it ages like wine As one we sail through this life Come grow old with me Hold my hand as I lead you
Meet me out by the gnarled redbud tree. The one out by the old blacktop road. You will hear the sound of more than one bee,
Come with me down the road least traveled; To a place that may or may not exist. We'll see sights you have never seen, All while we are on our magical tryst.
