Remember when
We'd sit on that old swing
whispering sweet nothings
into the ears of our imaginations
that danced lucidly neath a cloudless sky
When we held each other tight
like two vines intertwined in hope
never entertaining being seperate
sweet as wisteria droplets!
While the world sailed on by
there was no tomorrow
just eternity framed in each others eyes
wells leading to an abyss of dreams
With our love we could fly
higher than the treetops nearby
letting go of our swing....
Till that school bell rang!
Ch'erie de Perrot
Copyright 2006
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Tom
xo Taylor
I remember the school bell very well. The kind that has a wooden handle.
Elizabeth
Cheers!
Love, Lena
Love Tinka
You have blown me bloody mind here mate.
Just lovely! And the simile: "like two vines intertwined in hope" was masterful.
Cheers from SoCal ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Fee
Brought to mind my prowess on a rope swing outside our school playground. I was only 10 but fell head over heals or a girl in my class. I thought she'd be impressed by my tarzan antics on that rope swing. And I hated it when the bell rang. I never did get her onto that swing. Thanks for the nostalgic trip!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Such a sweet and romantic setting you create here in this visual and emotional classic..
And I love the dramatic ending, which could have been one of many conclusions..
Gorgeous graphic underscores this absolute beauty of a write..
God Bless
Peter
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.