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my private world

Poetry By: dreaming of you

in this story i escort the love of my life around the place i call home .

Submitted:Oct 22, 2008    Reads: 132    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

let me take you on a journey

my beautiful western girl

let me lead you by the hand

around my private world .

outside a tiny yorkshire town

stands a lovely village square

this is the hub of everything

we twelve cottage owners share .

i live on the very end

beyond me all else is green

a mecca for the artists eye

gods own hand painted scene .

my little piece of england lies

hidden amongst the oldoak tree's

built from good old yorkshire stone

and aged by centuries .

golden showers of roses

drape around my white door

scented herbs release a fragrance

that tell me i'm home once more .

my living room is cosy

logs burn in the grate

the chimes of my grandfather clock

tell me its getting late .

i step into my kitchen

modernised with style

it reflects my personality

and always wears a smile .

my bathroom is a picture

tiled mermaid on the walls

it helps to keep my dreams alive

whenever bathtime calls.

delicately decorated bedrooms

number only two

but they restore my spirit

when my working day is through .

out back my lawns are beautiful

stripes of darkest green

surrounded by beds of flowers

such beauty must be seen .

the paddock and the stable

where a horse will one day roam

and the lovely little fishpond

sits proudly outside my home .

it is all i ever wanted

it is all my dreams come true

and i'd give it all up tomorrow

to spend just one day with you .


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