Only in my fondest dreams
Will I be here with you
Touched with magic wonder
With love that is so true

Captured by the beauty
That nature's love will hear
Willow trees that gently bend
Whenever you are near

Rapture in your gentle touch
With glory so divine
Filling me with graceful peace
That words cannot define

Meet me in our special place
Where hearts will always blend
Neath the tree upon the hill
Where music has no end.

~ ©Francine Pucillo ~


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