I see a rosy blur
Of holly berries
And bird cherries…
Lovely as the setting sun.
I don’t take our love for granted-
But contend for what we have
In the battle for each day;
To be requited,
To win respect,
And in the end
Possess your love.
I see a rosy blur
Of holly berries
And bird cherries…
Lovely as the setting sun.
I don’t take our love for granted-
But contend for what we have
In the battle for each day;
To be requited,
To win respect,
And in the end
Possess your love.