In a land far way
Where the fairies run free
Is a boy with a harp
Beneath an old oak tree
He plays for his love
For the forest and streams
He plays of his hopes
Aspirations and dreams
He calls to his love
As she dances on air
A love he shares
With the spirits there
A sprite in gold silk
With gossamer wings
Who kisses his eyes
As she gently sings
To his song on a harp
That he plays with his hands
And loves the girl
Who before him stands
-Suzanne
March 3, 2012
4 AM
Just felt like writing a poem
Where the fairies run free
Is a boy with a harp
Beneath an old oak tree
He plays for his love
For the forest and streams
He plays of his hopes
Aspirations and dreams
He calls to his love
As she dances on air
A love he shares
With the spirits there
A sprite in gold silk
With gossamer wings
Who kisses his eyes
As she gently sings
To his song on a harp
That he plays with his hands
And loves the girl
Who before him stands
-Suzanne
March 3, 2012
4 AM
Just felt like writing a poem
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