I'm out in the field
The sun rays are on yield
It's feeling as a cuddle gird
Filling it's wonders into my heart abode

I'm out in the sun
Gladlying feelings of fun
Highing as bun
And it's sweetness as hun

I stare and wish
Love could come to me in a dish
A desire like hoping the sun on your palms
It isn't foolish or but a stupid bravery that cools like balm

Love holds no sin
It has a true...