Girls

Girls are the sweetest,
Little somethings to know.
Soft are their dresses,
Where petticoats show.

Thistle-down dresses,
So beautiful to behold.
Always tip-toeing lightly,
On bars of spun gold.

Chasing the clouds,
All across the sky.
And mischievously raising,
The cast of their eye.

Always I am watching,
The things that they do.
But mostly I am whispering,
O I truly...Love You.


E.P. 1980 - 1989