So full this meadow.
Romping poppies flood my mind,
some enchanted evening to
find.
Once I held the hand of love,
staring into your eyes above.
Could this meadow show a view,
of days and nights, spent with
you?
Full of flowers and swaying
breeze,
subject to you on hands and
knees.
Rare the moment passing bye,
so flavoured you were, before
my eye.
Candle to the wind would
flicker,
alone again my mind grows
thicker.
Come to take me into heaven,
I'll fight to know just how
I'm driven.
Wild had been the Camino path,
where in the meadow I made a
pass.
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