The Bridges Of Madison County

Poem By Peter S. Quinn

It looks like a beautiful evening,
It looks like a beautiful next day;
I'll becoming tomorrow,
And discuss love if I may.

I got songs of everything in my heart,
I got a taste of roses in my mouth;

Dreams, I have been dreaming of...
Won’t be too long,
I will meet you,
Where we planned to go.

Doesn’t matter what everybody says,
I got something to do;
I'm going to buy myself a new dress,
To be in love with you.

It must be some kind of magic,
The way you were;
Your eyes or something,
Just that I had you here.

We were so in love, it almost felt like a song;
But we both knew it then, you had to move along.

Comments about The Bridges Of Madison County

I enjoyed reading this poem peter, bravo! !

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