Monday, 18 April 2022

BUTTERFLY GIRL

 

We stood on a hilltop high

With the golden sun, up in the sky

We bathed in each other’s company

And the time passed idly by

 

Below us stood the village mill

Wheel turned by the silver water

While on the hill a young man stood

Kissing the Miller’s daughter

 

And as we stood upon that hill

Beneath that glorious summer sun

My heart was lost to her forever

But for the girl it was only fun

 

So, there would be no love affair

No reciprocation of desire

She was just a pretty butterfly

Flitting from flower to flower

No comments:

Post a Comment