Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
Cos where it will take you no one will know,
Nagging and whining all in one hit,
Get back in your box, cos it"s there you fit,
There are promises and laughter, throw in a baby,
Heavenly bliss, well sort of, well maybe,
Tis never all bad, tis never all good,
A mixture of everything, but ya knew that it would,
Love is the flower you've got to let it grow,
Most times it is good, but then who really know?
Whitesnakes do it better ........... Let's just pop back to Woodstock.
6 comments:
I like your take on what is such a cutesy line.
You've put meat into the subject, there.
tell it like it is!!!!
loved it!
smiles,
Woodstock, YES! Nice poem...
See me? I'm SMILING!! CUTE and so sweet a write! Beautifully written!
Hmmm, wonder how many babies were actually born nine months after Woodstock?? Love this!
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