On blades of grass she bares her soul the her dreams,
making a way at finding the touch of his love.
On her knees she plays in fields of clovers,
wishing for something so beautiful.
Nothing to phase her in the light,
looking to the sky she smiles his name.
Holding onto the clover in her heart,
dreams become what reality wishes.
A smile grips her soul as he calls her,
answering with so much passion she cries.
His hands hold the keys to what she has been wanting,
her heart knows the comfort within his hands.
A kiss made from angels this feeling,
as in her arms they find a way to exist.
Clover girl finding her wish list,
granted by her acceptance for love.
Johnny Newell
making a way at finding the touch of his love.
On her knees she plays in fields of clovers,
wishing for something so beautiful.
Nothing to phase her in the light,
looking to the sky she smiles his name.
Holding onto the clover in her heart,
dreams become what reality wishes.
A smile grips her soul as he calls her,
answering with so much passion she cries.
His hands hold the keys to what she has been wanting,
her heart knows the comfort within his hands.
A kiss made from angels this feeling,
as in her arms they find a way to exist.
Clover girl finding her wish list,
granted by her acceptance for love.
Johnny Newell
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