My Irreverent Heart
My heart is like the Willow that Bends but never brakes it's size when summer jilts her, it sings When April wakes.
So who you come a smiling with summer in your eyes, think not your beguiling should take me by surprise. My heart's prepared for aching the moment you take wing, but not my friend for breaking while there's another spring.
So share my summer pillow, don't spare My Autumn aches, for my heart is like the Willow that bends but never breaks.
Copyright © Erika Lee Barner | Year Posted 2025
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