In the Air
First time I met you, my soul began to cry
Beautiful lady, beautifully shy, only I
In this air I began to stare with care
The cry from my soul feeling whole
Like a flower in the morning sun
Opening vulnerable colorful soft
Wanting sharing caring nectar
Princess bumble bee take me
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2018
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