Tenderness
In the woods behind my home On a tree hidden from view In the sunshine of the spring Blooms a bud of tenderness
May the month of soft sweet days Brings to mind most tender ways Ways of nature in a soul so bold Shinning spirit, love untold
There is no thing so preciously kind There is no one so much in my mind There is a secret part of you I see I see that hidden child in me
© Paul Viel 2002 |
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