08-11-2013, 12:19 AM
Edit 2
You're dancing barefoot in the morning dew,
to lose yourself in nature's waking call.
The gardens freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your open lips sip moisture from the flowers,
that bow their heads before they take your hand.
soft pastels brought to life by summer showers
set free the captured eyes that watch you stand.
This moment breaks on noises in the street,
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet,
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
Again, the window tastes the tap of rain;
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.
Edit 1
You're dancing barefoot in the morning dew,
to lose yourself in nature's waking call.
The gardens freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your open mouth drinks droplets from the flowers,
that bow their head before they take your hand.
The pastels brought to life by summer showers
grace the captured eyes that watch you stand.
The moment breaks with noises in the street,
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet,
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
The sweetest rain taps windows in your name,
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.
Original
You're dancing barefoot in the morning dew,
to lose yourself in nature's waking call.
Garden freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your lips sip pure water from a flower,
that bows its head before it takes your hand.
The traces left by heavy summer showers
have given grace to eyes that watch you stand.
The moment breaks with noises in the street,
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet,
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
The sweetest rain taps windows once again,
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.
You're dancing barefoot in the morning dew,
to lose yourself in nature's waking call.
The gardens freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your open lips sip moisture from the flowers,
that bow their heads before they take your hand.
soft pastels brought to life by summer showers
set free the captured eyes that watch you stand.
This moment breaks on noises in the street,
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet,
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
Again, the window tastes the tap of rain;
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.
Edit 1
You're dancing barefoot in the morning dew,
to lose yourself in nature's waking call.
The gardens freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your open mouth drinks droplets from the flowers,
that bow their head before they take your hand.
The pastels brought to life by summer showers
grace the captured eyes that watch you stand.
The moment breaks with noises in the street,
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet,
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
The sweetest rain taps windows in your name,
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.
Original
You're dancing barefoot in the morning dew,
to lose yourself in nature's waking call.
Garden freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your lips sip pure water from a flower,
that bows its head before it takes your hand.
The traces left by heavy summer showers
have given grace to eyes that watch you stand.
The moment breaks with noises in the street,
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet,
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
The sweetest rain taps windows once again,
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

