

Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams, of wooded lanes and sunlit streams
Where rainbows light the path below and Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow
On beaches strewn with shells and sand, come walk with me all thru' this land
We'll run with the wind blowing thru' our hair and all our hopes and dreams we'll share
With hands deliciously touching and learning to devour a flame in our souls that's burning
The moon will be our friend at nite' and we'll walk thru the shadows and hold on tight
We'll dance till dawn and laugh with the sun and wonder where the nite' has gone
Natures sweet smells will fill our senses and we'll drink from it's bounty until it quenches...
Our thirst for life and love and glory and pray for no end to come to our story
In endless play and voices that sing- sweet waters dimpling laugh from a spring
The comforting feel of sensual fingers and the fragrance of skin and the smell that lingers
Oh, it's such a sweet refrain, to live and love and dance again


Kahil Gibran
“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” Ah, yes, what would life be, if not for love."
copyright 2008~LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray


Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams, of wooded lanes and sunlit streams
Where rainbows light the path below and Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow
On beaches strewn with shells and sand, come walk with me all thru' this land
We'll run with the wind blowing thru' our hair and all our hopes and dreams we'll share
With hands deliciously touching and learning to devour a flame in our souls that's burning
The moon will be our friend at nite' and we'll walk thru the shadows and hold on tight
We'll dance till dawn and laugh with the sun and wonder where the nite' has gone
Natures sweet smells will fill our senses and we'll drink from it's bounty until it quenches...
Our thirst for life and love and glory and pray for no end to come to our story
In endless play and voices that sing- sweet waters dimpling laugh from a spring
The comforting feel of sensual fingers and the fragrance of skin and the smell that lingers
Oh, it's such a sweet refrain, to live and love and dance again


“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” Ah, yes, what would life be, if not for love."
copyright 2008~LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray

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