Clover-laced Meadow

I do, in fact, dream
Of those clover-laced meadows
And your sun-bleached hair
Sporting crowns of daisies



Where the songs you sang
Filled lazy afternoons,
And my heart, with love
Of a unique kind



The grass was our cushion
And cradled us in green
Like a loving mother
Clad in flowers and leaves



We laid on our backs
Bare feet to the sun
Careless in our youth
And our fleeting summer days



You said the word forever
And I took it from you
Discovering the places
That we love



But somewhere over time,
I lost you in the green
And the memories
Of clover-laced meadows

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