This Is Not Love

I touch the em'rald leaves in summertime And taste the seasoned grapes upon the vine But no - this is not love, this is not love! To feel the glowing sun upon my face Then sense it's warmth, it's ever sure embrace Oh no - this is not love, this is not love! And as I smell the sweet, sweet Columbine Then sip the aromatic vintage wine - No, no - it is not love, it is not love! But as I knew your touch and how you smiled And recollect your kisses that beguiled Could this be love - could this be love? Remembering those days of long ago When we were young and love was set to grow - Yes, this is love - yes, this is love! Oh yes - this is love! ©️4/7/2024. Valerie Dohren