Lets roll in the grass
pick up some tiny flowers.
Spare a moment,
to gaze at our entwined palms,
with some pink and red lines
running criss and cross,
making me yours and you mine.
Lets find the flying butterflies
catch one and on others we spy.
Softly murmurs our breathing
catching my eye.
Lets spend some more years
catching on this dream,
where are our plans are brewing,
gazing at the haze are, our hearts strewing.