Chess moves, sunday verses, what fun!
Will you though come someday
to my garden swing far away?
O sweet saga of wonder, linger please
I will open my little bundle of treats
Finger flutes, raindrop anklets,
Straw bracelets in night blankets
Mystic moondrops at sunrise
Tight-locked arms, feet, eyes
Come share my treats and coffee
Today will be wiped away softly
But secret games on the garden swing
Are engraved in our unwedded ring
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