Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks In sight of placid shimmering lake scene never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes There I may soon see the wonderous sky feel the breeze settle my tormented mind All about feathered creatures sing and fly embrace all woodland glory I may find Beauty brings soft memories of you flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new my mind soon rested and without a care I wonder how the hell all came to nought! When your love races in my every thought Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014 Note: Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 103