Flower Meadow

Please don’t mow the meadows Where wild flowers grow; That’s where my sweetest dream And my happiness grows with them. A dream of us laying somewhere In a field where wild flowers observe How great comfort you found Placing you head on my shoulder In the shadow of the linden tree. In that dream I feel your blonde hair Gently touching my face again, While I relax and watch How you quietly release your breaths Filling the summer air with passion. I then dream on How your fingers Are kindly caressing my body, While the wind is lightly playing And letting your hair dance. Then somewhere in-between Your lively golden hair, I notice your eyes How they devotedly Stare at mine To see what they are up to. Yes, I admit it! I’m gazing at the softest lips, Your voluptuous honey lips. You smoothly smile Reassuring your love With a glint in your eyes And then with a kiss on my neck. Please don’t mow the meadows Where wild flowers grow. Please, let them freely blossom Together with my love for her.