Trust with all the love you can muster. Trust with your thoughts fold them under. A wicker basket made with straw. Inside our wooden basket there's a polkadot tablecloth. Make sure the basket is full of crusty bread and strawberry jelly. And I'll bring expensive champagne that sparkles, whenever it's ready. Poured inside two glasses, the bubbles are rising to the top. We're ready to celebrate how our summer unfold. Then I will arrange the music from my wooden guitar, that warms the soul. Stay near beside me, don't move too far. We are the final rendition played by the musical harp, its strings set to touch the heart. I've written a love poem with a fancy quilted pen. Love set words in the beginning, beautiful words survive. Gentle words heartfelt, emotions rolling from her eyes. We receive what was expected, romance below the moon. We're deeply connected to a masterpiece drawn like a picnic spread in the month of June. Whenever we grin at the sunrise. Its rays warms our beautiful smiles. Don't go away my beloved, sit near me a little while. Let's pretend we are strangers, meeting for the first time, facing the river Nile. As our romantic thoughts gain energy, when we explore the pyramid. Gathering secrets written as ancient hieroglyphics on the walls. She kiss me in the heat of the moment. Our love conquers all. Trust
© Daniel Mason