THE LOVERS
The air breeze is warm but fresh and wild body waters
And grasses are green especially this summer
The red roses bloom which symbolized the lovers
Such as pretty Elaine with gentle Peter
They usually met to their lovely cove
To talk about the things they love
And there it flown a beautiful dove
'til they kissed each other to express their love
With passing horses and singing birds
Lads and lashes would talk and enjoy
Hold hands, kiss each other, sing like birds
Like there would no sadness but only joy
Down the street Peter and Elaine would walk-by
They would be so happy, I'm pretty sure
When time for home, he would kiss her goodbye
She'd kiss back, he'd hug her tight to assure
Tomorrow would always be their happy day
Both believe, they would have no sorrow nor pain
Happiness would always come on their way
All day would be bright and sunny, no more gloomy rain
But days, months, years had passed by
When he felt his love for her had faded away
And he could not understand why
Still he left her sobbed, though he hated to say "Bye"
Oh, how cruel the lover's are!
Happy are those who truly love each other
And sadness for those who were left behind
Oh, how cruel the lovers really are!
...And even I
Couldn't understand why...
THE BASKET
With a fresh air and a bright day
There's a little girl who'd use to play
A gorgeous girl who'd always be gay
Who'd bring her basket along her way
Strikingly vast she picked flowers
To give it to her loving mother
Who kissed her hand gently with wonders
And kept her daughter's basket nicer
One Martinmas time, a Lady?
Yes, the girl who was nice and gay
She walked supreme conspicuously
With her basket along her way
One day she was deceived by a man
Who walked astray...a strange man
He pushed the Lady, then he ran
With the basket held in his hand
Poor Lady D left very sad
She saw ride on a horse, a lad
Cried for help,"Please get the thing I had,
The basket given to me by my dad!"
Away the lad went very fast
He caught the man and they fight and fight
The man gave up and apologized
Gave the basket to the lad who was nice
With glad Lady D wept with joy
She stood up with a smile, "Oh my boy!"
She learned, he was Prince Foy
As he handed her the basket overjoyed
Unexpectedly again she met the Prince
whose love for her was immense
She loved him back by all means
With her basket she got full of pinks
She accepted the Prince proposal
And celebrated their wed in casual
With many extrovert friends and guests
Who started to bring their own baskets...
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