15 October 2012
We sit in the meadows, sipping milk, with a straw, making daisy chains and wanting nothing more.
You pull up some grass an sprinkle my hair. But the grass blows away in the fresh summers air.
We look at old photos and laugh at our fashion.
Time in the meadow with you is my passion.
The time that we spend, together i treasure, for its you thats makes my life such a pleasure
My Dream • Opuss № I