Red, Red Berries

Oh, the sweet treats she bringsOut of love and kindnessBless her heart For she knows not love’s blindnessHer white teeth glimmerThrough full parted lipsShe leans toward my chairAnd plants a soft kissLuscious red berriesOn the bòrd she does placeShe lingers nearbyExpectation on her faceI oblige with a berryAnd swallow steadfastA pernicious bitternessLeaves me aghastI fallContinue reading “Red, Red Berries”