As I saw a muscled man walking by <br />I remember those summerdays as a passerby <br />when days were still warm and got hotter <br />Come here lie with me under the Cherry-tree, my doctor <br />So cosy and pleasant a warm companion <br />was I right or was it just an optional illusion? <br />Come lie close to me, cheek-to-cheek under the Cherry-tree <br />Make love to me, you're always busy I'm feelin' empty <br />Why should we be ashamed you my legal man set me on fire <br />have I to beg you, it's my part to get, like a car it's tire <br />let's do it in peaceful harmony, together under the Cherry-tree <br />my love, my man, my legal bed-a-mate, don't you love me? <br />The coldest wind of the North has come to sweep the ground here <br />A barren coolness fills the atmosphere <br />While shivering of winterblessings the evening freeze <br />My thoughts were still in those summerdays <br />Come here close to me under the Cherry-tree, my specialist <br />Make some hours free, be happy, enjoy life as it is <br /> <br /> <br />© Sylvia Frances Chan - Tuesday,6 Dec 2011<br /><br />Sylvia Frances Chan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-cherry-tree-3/
