there was a blush on your soft cheek
it came on our day down by the creek
you were on the wet grass
our boat was moored
we played around
neither of us got bored
i watched you smile at my dumb joke
you laughed and gave me a gentle poke
i asked you for a dance
we played around
it wasn't just romance
there was a song we both could sing
i couldn't remember everything
but i tried each word
we played around
you were all that i heard
there was a blush on your soft cheek
it came on our day down by the creek
you were on the wet grass
our boat was moored
we played around
neither of us got bored.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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