Can You Love Me
Hidden Love,
and wide and green we hidden are.
In the mist of white and brilliant gold,
the bush my love for she is thee.
She brought her dream of love to me.
When her heart was sad and filled
with pain,
if I could but to make it well.
If with my love, is there inside,
she again in life could, but to love again.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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