
Come with me, come take my hand
I’ll take you to another land.
In doubt I shook my head
And yet agreed as he had said
Led down an avenue of trees
Flowers fragrant on the breeze
Until he stopped and drew me close
My heart then surging to my throat
And with willing lips as he had planned
He took me to another land
Oh yes… beautifully romantic and perfect to go with this beautiful image.
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Thank you. 🙂
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🙂
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Such a sweet take, Crispina 😃
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh so good Crispina!
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome ☺️
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🙂
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Ohhhhh, beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Lovely, my interpretation is on the same lines but no implied smut.
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Of course not… cos you hadn’t quite got there 🙂
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Beautiful! I love the rhyme. Wonderful poem, Crispina.
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Thank you, Nan
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Beautiful.
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Thank you
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My pleasure.
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I so love this picture, and your poem ads a romantic and sensual feeling.
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Thank you, Gabby. Sometimes it comes. But sometimes… it doesn’t
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