Windfall

Their faces dewy fresh, just out of school The pair of girl and boy is dazzlingly beautiful Frolicking in the wind the two butterflies Laugh in life’s fullness, joys can’t disguise. If years I could shed by a miracle’s windfall Could go back to their times when dreams rule tall I would pick her as my girl, her hair in red lace Giggling wild in glee, her chubby freckled face. I would be her boy she would love to be with She would be my girl I would love in every breath In that lovers’ trance we would never grow wise But live in ignorant bliss of two butterflies.