For You My LOve


Sitting with me under a tree
near a field of Rye.
His elegant eyes looked at me,
was he about to cry?

Those lovesome lips, a warm sigh
and then I smelt his breath.
Holiness, I felt for sure;
Days away from death.

That dawn to dark with him, the hunky him
Just the perfect paradise.
And all I thought of, as I succumb,
was his  valedictory kiss.