In the meadows, in the meadows where the cherubs clutch their bows,
Your cheeks red as a rose when I recite my prose,
It will send us into wild throes,
I'll tickle your toes as you remove my clothes,
In the meadows, in the meadows into blissful contentment to dose,
So much beauty I can impart into your open heart,
In meadows of dancing flowers we'll lounge for hours and hours,
I'll take the fire from amber skies and put it in your eyes,
In the fields, in the fields is where our love yields,
When you are firmly pressed against my beating chest,
In the meadows, in the meadows where our passion grows,
Where the warm wind blows and the fertile stream flows,
Time slows and slows,
Nose to nose froze in an adoring pose,
In the meadows, in the meadows leave behind all your woes.
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