I'm about to write a poem about being here in the park. Give me a few minutes.
|The park is bright and by my side
a lovely lady sits and reads.
Since ninety-nine, she's been my bride
She's all I want. I'm all she needs.
What brighter flower could ever bloom
(though beauty in this park abounds)
than love between two people whom
enjoy such sights and peaceful sounds?
July 23, 2021 17:47:14
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I know that "whom" is incorrect. Chalk it off to "poetic licentiousness."