A Little Girl"s Love And Fire Poems - 2

THE LOVERS The air breeze is warm but fresh and wild body waters And grasses are green especially this summer The red roses bloom which symbolized the lovers Such as pretty Elaine with gentle Peter They usually met to their lovely cove To talk about the things they love And there it flown a beautiful dove 'til they kissed each other to express their love With passing horses and singing birds Lads and lashes would talk and enjoy Hold hands, kiss each other, sing like birds Like there would no sadness but only joy Down the street Peter and Elaine would walk-by They would be so happy, I'm pretty sure When time for home, he would kiss her goodbye She'd kiss back, he'd hug her tight to assure Tomorrow would always be their happy day Both believe, they would have no sorrow nor pain Happiness would always come on their way All day would be bright and sunny, no more gloomy rain But days, months, years had passed by When he felt his love for her had faded away And he could not understand why Still he left her sobbed, though he hated to say "Bye" Oh, how cruel the lover's are! Happy are those who truly love each other And sadness for those who were left behind Oh, how cruel the lovers really are! ...
And even I Couldn't understand why...
THE BASKET With a fresh air and a bright day There's a little girl who'd use to play A gorgeous girl who'd always be gay Who'd bring her basket along her way Strikingly vast she picked flowers To give it to her loving mother Who kissed her hand gently with wonders And kept her daughter's basket nicer One Martinmas time, a Lady? Yes, the girl who was nice and gay She walked supreme conspicuously With her basket along her way One day she was deceived by a man Who walked astray...
a strange man He pushed the Lady, then he ran With the basket held in his hand Poor Lady D left very sad She saw ride on a horse, a lad Cried for help,"Please get the thing I had, The basket given to me by my dad!" Away the lad went very fast He caught the man and they fight and fight The man gave up and apologized Gave the basket to the lad who was nice With glad Lady D wept with joy She stood up with a smile, "Oh my boy!" She learned, he was Prince Foy As he handed her the basket overjoyed Unexpectedly again she met the Prince whose love for her was immense She loved him back by all means With her basket she got full of pinks She accepted the Prince proposal And celebrated their wed in casual With many extrovert friends and guests Who started to bring their own baskets...