We Two of Us
We two of us in the wood
In wind swept winter’s pensive mood
Craving warmth we lie unhidden,
We long for moments forbidden
For loves that winter’s chill withstood.
We two are benches made of wood,
Once with pride in the park we stood,
Today we are left, forsaken-
We two of us.
In this winter, we cry aloud;
Oh! Sweet spring hail the lovers-good;
Let them sit on our warm wooden
Lap; let’s attend to their desires then,
Ensconced in nature, far from crowd-
We two of us.
(A rondeaux )
the rain will subside and the sun will peep and the lost season of love will be back in all its fervour and warmth.i am sure.....
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