Early Spring Loving
I would lay on a bank of violets
entwined with my beloved.
We would caress and kiss
amidst their sweet scent.
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I would not my sweet so
lie in the early Spring,
chilled and soaked by a purple speckled
mound. Lets away
to lie on a woollen wrap,
as passion’s sweet scent mingles
with a log blazed fire.
