This is my first attempt at writing something happy, so please be nice. Critical, but in a nice way.
I wrote it at 4 am while I had a high fever, and my boyfriend had been up most of the night, insisting on waiting on me hand and foot...until the little sweetheart fell asleep.
My love promised me a garden
In the country side.
A little piece of Eden,
In which we shall abide.
My love promised me a flower
In an earthen bed.
Fed by an April shower,
From soft clouds overhead.
Never promised money,
Never promised fame.
But his promise looks sunny
All the same.
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