Bluebell Park
Only you,
I want in my arms,
Yet I feel you don’t want my own charm.
You know I love you,
“O, run not from me!” I asked; and
You said: “I’m not, but I want to be free!”
See, your eyes
Are tinged with desire;
Though you whispered you love me, but…
The way
You kissed me,
I fully understand; ok then, you’re free.
Just
Be careful,
When you play, out there, my dearest son!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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