Flower For Her Hair
FLOWER FOR HER HAIR
You lose your heart in Saint Germain
and fall in love in Paris rain
too quick and furious to know
where love comes from, where it may go
and then you walk together by the Seine.
You buy a flower for her hair
with tender hands you put it there
and brush her cheek with finger tips
it brings the smile onto her lips
you'd touch her for a while if you would dare.
The springlike day goes much too fast
you love so much it can not last
the tiny shop the tiny street
the cafe where you stop to eat
too soon become reminders of the past.
And Saint Germain has this for you;
to help you leave, as you must do;
all of her love, her memory
you’ll think about, as it should be,
but never to reclaim this love so true.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012
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