In the field where we have loved,
Rose gathers up the flowers;
To celebrate our passion,
Where we spent many hours.
She finds the blooms,
As the sun shines around;
Gathering our love,
For the pleasure abound.
Her full buds are ripened,
There in the field;
That are given to me,
And are ready to yield.
Nature has indeed rich beauty,
It's around for all to share;
To gather and behold,
Where love will display most fair.
The blossoming buds I have seen,
Were the apex of my love;
As we leave the wide fields,
With the sun up above. |
