𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲,
Berry Berry sweet Berry.
I wish to have your taste early
your warm hug in the morning cold
makes me rise so strong and bold
At dawn when all men rise
To examine the stars with the eye of the wise
I long for you,
my sweet berry.
I yell to the winds, “Oh, winds, carry me.”
Carry me to the land of the west
to the place of the beauty and best
Whose love so sweet and better to taste
in both slow motion and sweeter in haste
I miss my Berry, my only Berry
On whose laps am so light to carry.
𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑...
, amirite?