Elopement
Behold, this beauty that i see.
Her silhouette at eventide,
As sunset frames an old oak tree.
True hope,i pray on bended knee.
To ask if she will be my bride.
Behold this beauty that i see,
She laughs and says "yes let it be
Before we sail on morning tide"
As sunset frames an old oak tree,
Her father shot, and blinded me.
I fired back; but, my true-love died.
Behold, this beauty that i see
In thoughts of her,and where is she,
So evergreen; and by my side
As sunset frames an old oak tree.
Sweet memories, when i was free
To gaze in wonder, now denied.
Behold, this beauty that i see
As sunset frames an old oak tree.
2/ 24/ 2015.
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