At village Fayre
Falling rising, holding your gaze
Softly smelling of new mown hay
We soar above the land so green
How nice to sit next to you today
Soft hair dripping, shoulders bare
Hands clasped tight outstretching far
I gaze at you, in every way
That beauty at the village fayre
Fresh breeze blowing, giddy smiles
Kicking leaves around your feet
So bare, so painted, like china fired
In heat intense, did we just meet?
In arms we walk, all lost in smiles
How did we come this far
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