Enchanted by a Primrose dream in June…
A perfect dewy morn,
Sun adorns! I awake by Meadowlark tune!
No summer will I scorn!
Take my hand old man, still a honeymoon…
Our old love newly born,
In every passing season and many a moon!
Every wrinkle care-worn,
My dear old man hold me and let’s spoon!
Apart may we not be torn!
Together so long, souls and hearts attune,
Without you I die forlorn…
I will follow you! Even as far as Neptune!
Taken by one blackthorn!
Should our Primrose dream turn maroon…
Hold me! We’ll be reborn!
On an eternal dewy morning forever June!