True Love by Nomad

I don't know the colour of my true love's hair
Is it black or blue or red or green
Or a soft strawberry blonde that's silken to
The touch as it shimmers while its seen

 

Shall we walk along the leafy ways
Of the Lough with splendid autumnal
Reds and browns flutter across our
Paths as we walk the walk of lovers.

 

Will we sit for hours and gaze
Into our soul-mates eyes with visions of
A future not far not near but long
Enough to show we care.

 

Our very lives changed by the
Emergence of another so alike in
Manner but flawed in design like
That of a butterfly who lives and
Loves and does no harm but
Fades into the darkness in the
Depths of winter only to
Renew its beauty once more in
The creation of life itself.