M.Useless

Bonny Bunny






I will spring to you come spring.

Where the garden grows covering the balcony.

To the vines that clamber and climb.

I am coming home to you.



I will bound to you like the bonny bunny.
Where I'll hop and flop and circle your feet.

To hug and rub and define you as mine.

I am coming home to you.



I will fly to you like the nesting birds in the eves.

Where I will woo you in full feather with my songs of love.

To flutter and flit and dance into your arms.

I am coming home to you.



I will cover you in kisses like morning dew on the garden.

Where I will nuzzle your neck like the bonny bunny.

To love you without rest like the migrating swallows.

I am coming home to you.

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