A Bounch of Cuddle

Oh the days ,where uncertainty fears Now a golden crops field I will make over your chest thousands mile long that the row , So need not it wait for tomorrow Long walk and long rest ,after where will we be! I will husk beneath the rays of autumn sun cuddling ur arms and no comma between twos. There be built a mountain of love that depth has crossed Mariana Trench Sipping the weave of ocean that flows to life line through . Just now the days we inherited and sang with the wild flowers either Primrose or Elestren smells arround we've bathed in luke worm mythed water. You can drink the holy love from the lap of happiness A day is very long to wait for next ray From dawn ,lest a shadow be missed or the crispy morning And a mourn will be moaning in next evening. Love for next sun ,hopping dismissal and fadded A rhythm won't rhyme with hymns of Magpie and be frozen, Let's glass the dark door and not for next yards We can brighten the sun over the heads and polish a golden crops field today close to dear. I could sing a verse till my last breath, I could worship the love till the last sun set I could love the Almighty till He alives I could and could wait to touch your hands if the next sun was not and not the uncertain. Now I overhelmed with with summer blushing need a basin like Bikal I want to drink all stream's honey drops I can't wait to lose a single twinkling Just having thirst of my love deity, wrapped by your embrace and passing the uncertain race over a long meadow.