summer’s innocent calls
the rise in day,
its powdery petals
sprinklin’ across
field and yard
indiscriminately
in everlasting flowering bouquets.
. tous les jours, mon amour, je t’aime,
je t’aime
aimez-vous, aimez-moi, aimez-vous, aimez-moi
picked and threaded in
delicately wound
chains woven in my own
gossamer locks
holding youth to the long
days of summer
and the wonders of
simplicity found.
tous les
jours, mon amour, je t’aime, je t’aime
aimez-vous, aimez-moi, aimez-vous, aimez-moi
loyal to love, one pluck
for yea, one not,
patience is born of the rays
of plenty
that orbit out from its
sun centerpiece
quick to hold a number to
tie a knot.
tous les
jours, mon amour, je t’aime, je t’aime
aimez-vous, aimez-moi, aimez-vous, aimez-moi
long day and bounty
permit long sessions
contemplating the delight
of whether
love is found for the
ardent admirer,
though what is posed is
hardly the question.
tous
les jours, mon amour, je t’aime, je t’aime
aimez-vous, aimez-moi, aimez-vous, aimez-moi
love you, love me, love
you, love me, love me
is the anthem of the
daisy command
on the mossy mound of
long ago time
when the thought never
not occurred to thee.
all
of the days, my love, I love you, I love you
love
you, love me, love you, love me
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