The Veranda beside the Greens

On the veranda beside the greens,
where I met my honey, where I saw her beauty,
the star, the moon, nightly, with me, without her daddy.
All things were quiet, we weren’t noisy, to avoid her mummy.

By the veranda beside the greens,
we grew our love tree, when you were a young lady.
The season began, we picked our love-berry
with your family, all were juicy, we would going to marry, baby.

At the veranda beside the greens,
I embraced you, dear, and we held our babe,
the first and only one, we taught him, in jiffy
the years now a history, so you were.

On the veranda beside the greens,
the man stared the sky, lonely, without his sweetie,
and he was me,
sculpturing an elegy.