When we meet 🪷

Under the bower we'll meet, for perhaps tea or a greet.

The birds will sing lovely ballad, of himalayas or you , lovestruck lad.

Two fresh pomegranate in the basket, and around ur neck a lovely ascot.

The sun will sunshine or perhaps it might rain, but our time won't go to vain.

Our hearts will speak , combined with a naughty squirrel's peek.

A leather bound diary with pen in my hands,& a music box in your lap.

Under the bower we'll meet,& I'll count the days until we meet....

I write a lot of poems so I might just post them here.  This one is for the love of my life which  I don't have right now (single Pringle)TT