I’ll meet you there where lovers meet
along with my anticipation at its peak
At the edge of the “Spearmint Forest”,
by the wishing well, near Black Water creek.
My dream of you, Summer winds, and me
Frolicking amidst the the tall grass
underneath that old willow tree.
A purple finch sings a melodious tune
As the tips of cattails perpetually swoon.
Such is the makings of a perfect day
spent with you, my love
completely whiling the moments away.
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