Pink Passion

Tiny petals, blossoms from the apple trees, falling sweetly

At my feet, the pink is so delicate, the feel so silky, I am forever

In love, with spring in the air, my hair falls to my back and I swing

With glee from the old oak tree, I feel like a little girl, wanting to play

Singing my favorite melodies, I can see the grass smiling, and the blue jay

Flies about, tree to tree, the crocus peeks out from the earth, and the daffodils

Begin to grow, the budding of the pussy willow, the rabbits making their home

While I swing, I feel the envy of anxious kisses, soon to come my way

Let my pink passion of the smell of carnations, stir in the milk, the taste of thrill

Come play with me today, and tomorrow I will lay with you in a bed filled with feather pillows

Our hearts will find the fountain of youth, and we will fall into a dream filled compassion