Groomsmen Swinging by Billy Wilson
My Love it falls
Upon the breeze
And gently leaves
Good memories
In world unique
Where Love does speak
Like smiles that children
Swinging seek
That to and fro
And, Oh– the peak!
Where up again
We look, and shriek!
Happy-laughing
Marveling–so
Those butterflies…
To and fro
~your poet~
Upon the breeze, Good memories
Where Love does speak, Swinging seek
And, Oh– the peak! We look, and shriek!
Marveling–so, To and fro
~
That to and fro
Those butterflies…
~
My Love it falls
And gently leaves
Happy-laughing
