Thursday, February 10, 2011
If you hold my hand,
I'll hold yours.
If you want a song,
I can sing you a
sweet, sweet melody.
We can walk through the field of green,
where grasses grow up to our thighs.
We can wander through the forbidden forest,
and be amazed by graceful beauty,
and eat delectable red berries.
We can swim in the wanton fickle sea,
where the lapis waves tell a tragic tale.
If you come with me,
I'll go with you.
And when you hold my hand,
I'll hold yours too.