Lovers

Let's go to the fields
Hand in hand
And lay on the green bushes
Then I would tell you strangest things- of people with a dream-head
Who talks bizarre language,
Of people with eyeballs pulled out by crying,
Of couples turned into statues and more.
Before being cloyed by the tequila sunrise,
Let's make love like lovers.
And when the ecstasy fades away,
Let's make some pies and
Sing a love song.
Dressed like a dead princess, you would take me to your castle,
Of crumbling walls and depleting alleys,
Where I can listen to the songs from the rusted piano.
When I pretend to go, you can
Keep me by your side by reading out tales from your book of love,
When only the scent of the old book would keep me there.
Guided by the white horse we may return to the fields,
Where the stories of our blind love remains unchanged.
When horror chases the horse,
It leaves us and seeks shelter in the evening's old stable.
Before being lured by your next love song,
I would ran away to pluck the violet lilies,
To tuck them in your pockets.
Seeing the mistletoe above, you would come to kiss me,
When lavenders giggle and
hide behind last sun rays,
I would whisper you a secret and walk away from you,
Gifting you a bunch of butterfly weeds,
And leaving you to cultivate your infinite dreams.

A.C