BLOWING WILLOWS
My heart is but a willow, blowing in the wind.
The softness of my pillow, laying my head within.
Dreams that caress, never my heart will it sin.
Breezes and billows, the drifting begins.
The wind blows, thru my mind.
Looking for, Luvs finesse.
Tears that I cry, flowing to distant sighs.
Visually hopes to find, the heart that flows.
With the willows, ov the heart that knows.
Billowing breezes, doth blow.