Running hand in hand
On the field full of flowers,
We’re kids again,enjoying,
The gentle morning hours.
We lay down in the green grass,
You pick up a flower, it’s fragrance,
So delicate, you put it in my hair
And your eyes gain a glance.
The drew is wetting my dress,
My white long dress gives in,
Under the warmth of hand,
Gently, finding the way within.
