Ideal

Flowers,cards nor silver & gold are not my .
Ideal of true love.
With these words ...
And..
I'll tell you, of what it realy is
to me.
No sitting a top or rocks watching the city
and all It's frolics,
But...
Of walking hand and hand.
Feet digging in the sand.
Looking at the sky as the stars seem
to float ... On by.
Though valley's,rivers and fields don't sound
nor seem as magical as would hearing
thy birds madrigals.
Love is hope,faith, and patience .
For that I do yearn.
It isn't about gifts I hope.
That every one learns.
Your silver,gold,and flowers realy are treasured.
But...
Loving words, touches bring more
pleasure.
I will come with you a float...
Be your love always with hope.