Poetry

Some happy people take holidays
and its when you and I
love to dine out, to dance and play
while summer days rush by
and with delight moments drag on
and in a flash the night is gone
and with delight,
and with delight
to me you are the only one.
 
Some happy people take holidays
couples whose love is strong
bathe for hours in the sun’s hot rays,
together they belong
with endless love, drawing them near
when they act without any fear
with endless love,
with endless love,
and jubilant they do appear
 
Some happy people take holidays
while some are separate
and are set with life in their ways
but do not love or hate
to me you are like a goddess
in your new lovely rose-red dress
to me you are,
to me you are
the one that I want to caress.