On fields of grass a dear old cottage lay, A peaceful spot where we can come play, Built with care when bricks were laid, I looked tenderly at the cottage this day. Someone resided here, but known they were not, A beautiful maiden; she blissfully laid out the cot. I peeked through the door just to see her eyes, When ours locked, my heart seemed to fly. I took her hand and showed her the lake, We danced under the trees and shared what was baked. I fell asleep in her arms and her in mine, Peace I felt, that day, to her I inclined. I came back to see the cottage burned down, My dear old friend was rubble in the ground. I lifted the pieces into my hand. Then I looked at her, “Mayhaps we can build again.” [no image cuz on phone :p]
