The Wild Flowers
In the country she and I spied
Wild flowers growing in a field
Urgently casting thoughts aside
We ran with passion unconcealed
The pure beauty of these flowers
Captured our hearts which quickly beat
To restrain was within our powers
But abandoned in summer's heat
Blooms softly dancing in the breeze
We viewed as a gift from above
Radiance that could be but a tease
Compared to our young hearts love!
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