Free Cee This Is a Filth Laden Poem

EVEN ANTS WOULDN’T PERVADE THAT PERFECT PICNIC Do you? When he does that to you Do you? I would just like to know When you lay toe to toe And he puts his head next to yours When he opens up doors And over a threshold you glide With him as your guide Whilst you sometimes feel lost Midst a mid-winter’s frost When he gazes at your eyes of cerulean blue I wonder Do you? When that certain song reaches its crescendo And an audacious Autumnal breeze comes to blow Over a red checkered cloth placed neatly on the lawn With him as a rook to your pawn Sharing a picnic of priceless perfection And signs of mutual affection When even old things seem suddenly brand new I wonder Do you? When apple blossoms bloom on an early April day And love no longer seems quite so far away With the refrain of a long welcomed rain And all the loveliness love can ordain When that crescendo becomes one lovely refrain And the two of you kneel in an old church’s pew I wonder Do you? When he sets your soul soaring and free Do you? Do you ever wish you were still with me? © 2012…copyright..PHREEPOETREE....~free cee!~