Innocence

for the one i love. Clare

Through teenage angst and adulthood
a simple dream it appeared to me...
of holding hands and what may be
no difficulties did i see
all blossom and bloom forever more
no room was spared for hurt and scorn....
how much character do i need
to realise a simple dream

Through fire and hell it felt to me
finding a love whoes meant to be
and i would walk a million miles
to gaze your eyes and see your smile
my Clare your are the world to me
a dream no more but reality
is holding hands and what will be