Come
Take my hand and I will lead you home
Back to a pure unspoiled love.
A love fresh like dew on blades of bright green grass.
and the sweet songs of birds in the morning
that make you forget about the past.
Take my hand love and I will lead you home.
Home is where our hearts once were.
We can be one again.
Hand holding and rain cursed heads.
I am yours for the taking.
I am yours to the death.
Take my hand dear and I will lead you,
to dark night kissed riversides.
Skinny dipping and underwater rides,
in a land of love,
a land of life.
Take my hand and I will lead you home,
through the rain forest foot beaten path,
on our way to nowhere,
as we laugh about a laugh.
Come.
Copyright © Maren Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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