:) a poem:

Love Grows Wherever My Bluedaisy Goes
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then a poem paints a thousand more,
Yet a thousand lines will never be enough
to show you what I've been thinking of....

You've got a Silly Sally way of keeping
me on the edge of my seat,
And your always counting the sands
through the hour glass,
As bluedaisies and moonflowers grow around
your feet,

Of English cream and peach-pie,
We pick up the shells washed onto the beach,
I'll mend your wings if you wish to fly,
Oh Princess, I barely slept in a week.

Love grows wherever my Bluedaisy goes....
(Even Romano knows)


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