Beneath the Lamplights We'D Borrow
In the dusting of the Springtime
when Winter's breath would fall away
the buds of Spring's birthing would climb
memories of yesterday stay
when guitars played along the lane
and filled our hearts with soft romance
as lovers, we enjoyed the rain
and felt warm raindrops with our dance
giving no thought to tomorrow
as we moved in the night of Spring
beneath the lamplights, we'd borrow
as the songs in our hearts would sing
timeless moments of love at play
sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
5/24/23
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