Through a meadow clothed in daffodils
Two lovers walk hand in hand
The birds are singing up in the trees
So sweet like a celestial band.
His hand it gently caresses her waist
As he whispers "I love you"
Her heart it beats a little faster
As she feels the same way too.
She gives his hand a gentle squeeze
As passion explodes inside
And with a gentle kiss she says
"I want to be your bride".
They come to the end of the meadow
As the sun sets behind a hill
"He says darling will you marry me"
"She says of course I will".
Copyright © LEON WILSON