Sunday, April 27, 2008
Honeysuckle Yellow
I’m down in the cool grass on a Friday afternoon,
Staring at the blossoms while the sun shines through
Honeysuckle blossoms, tastin’ airy wine
I don’t even care if it’s tresspassin’ vine
That pretty yeller flower, got a language all its own
Come on, play in my yard, its magic fallin' down
It crooks a petal at me, like a siren calls my name
My mind’s playin’ tricks, fantasies and games
Inviting and enticing
Like that honeysuckle wine
I can’t turn away, girl,
From that wild in your eyes
Honeysuckle yellow,
Honeysuckle vine,
Feeling so mellow,
Kissin's so fine,
Girl, you got to get up,
You take my heart and play.
You smell like honeysuckle,
We got to dance the night away
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Honeysuckle yellow ....beautiful ...beautiful .....beautiful...the poem and also the pix.God bless you
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