Greetings From The UK.And.Welcome To Sunday..Here is the house, cut within a rock face.
With Robert the knight, protecting this place.
Glimpsed through fresh blooms, that herald the spring.
With your hand in mine, for this old heart sings.
This house has stood, for over a thousand years.
With rigid carved face, just hiding the tears.
Freshened with colour, on this new spring day.
Only to find it’s heart, so very far away.
Stone steps, with a thousand years are worn.
Feeling it’s age, and now it’s old heart is torn.
Illuminated with spring colours, providing contrast.
Tis such a shame, that this day had to pass.
This house as always, will patiently await.
For your return, it is known as fate.
Spring colours, short lived, but glorious too.
Whilst this place forever dreams, solely of you.
So wait not the spring, before you return.
Re-visit this place, for it surely does yearn.
To re-new a touch, your soul to see.
So understand, what you mean to me.
There is only one way to say
"I Love You"
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate
Enjoy ... Steve ... Aka ... "The Old Sea Dog" ... 1999 ... ©
An Original Created By "This Steve"