Two Lips and Tulips

I walk through your field where

The tulips grow wild

And I sway as they wave in the wind.

I think of your sweet lips,

The curve of your smile,

And wonder if I’ll ever see you again.

 

You were my morning,

As fresh as the dew,

And life was so simple back then.

Your smile was brighter

Than the tulips of spring

When you kissed me and told me

That we were just friends.

 

How can I take it?

How can I make it?

I wanted much more from the start.

Maybe in time, if I’m patient, you’ll see

The feelings down deep in my heart.

 

Tasting your honey,

Lost in your wine,

Dreaming of how life should be.

Tulips in springtime,

Your two lips on mine.

Tulips, your two lips, and sweet memory.