Chestnut Grove
Meet me in the chestnut grove
Where the swallows chase the doves,
Find me where the sunshine settles
Tucked behind the purple nettles,
The woodlands keep our secrets sly
And let us be just you and I,
Our yearning hands can find their thrills
Beneath the giggles of the daffodils,
The chestnut grove will keep us hidden
To sing and dance that sweetness unbidden,
So follow the trail where the asphodel bloom
And kiss me, tenderly, in their perfume.
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PoetryA selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between b...
