Thread: We Don't Need the City

I'd like to one day run from the city,
finding a beautiful meadow of tall grass
and only with you.

Gathering comfort from the trees
which give me the means to breath
not unlike yourself.

I would build you a house of wood
and furnish it with my heart;
no gust could wither its bindings.

We could have a lilac shrub
except they would bloom all year,
as an example of what we share.

We should pick the dandelions often,
and hope that more would grow.
If we ever ran away from the city.

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Love poems feel weird. I don't think I'm too great at writing them ;P I'm begging you AO, show me what a love is suppose to look like...