damajicstick696 Dating Profile
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If I were her lover,I'd wade through the cloverOver the fields beforeThe gate that leads to her door;Over the meadows,To wait, 'mid the shadows,The shadows that circle her door,For the heart of my heart and more.And there in the cloverClose by her,Over and overI'd sigh her"Your eyes are as brownAs the Night's, looking downOn waters that sleepWith the moon in their deep" . . .If I were her lover to sigh her.IIIf I were her lover,I'd wade through the cloverOver the fields beforeThe lane that leads to her door;I'd wait, 'mid the thickets,Or there by the pickets,White pickets that fence in her door,For the life of my life and more.I'd lean in the cloverThe crisperFor the dews that are overAnd whisper"Your lips are as rareAs the dewberries there,As ripe and as red,On the honey-dew fed" . . .If I were her lover to whisper.IIIIf I were her lover,I'd wade through the cloverOver the field beforeThe pathway that leads to her door;And watch, in the twinkleOf stars that sprinkleThe paradise over her door,For the soul of my soul and more.And there in the cloverI'd reach her;And over and overI'd teach herA love without sighs,Of laughterful eyes,That reckoned each secondThe pause of a kiss,A kiss and . . . that isIf I were her lover to teach her.