Nora ©2020 A. E. F.

Lips as ripe as strawberries,

Dripping with morning dew,

Nestled snuggly beneath green furrowing leaves,

Its vines creepin' through warm morning sun,

Her eyes find mine and dance with dreams,

Radiating rapture through thickets, through streams.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

She's my fire, my heat, a bright light in this world.

She's my honor, my oath.

I love her eternal.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

Heart as pure as honey,

The bees can't withstand her drawl,

Her nectar irresistible;  I am pulled towards her locks of gold.

I want to run my hands through her gentle strands and never let go,

Like pollen clung to the bee,

She is attached to my heart 'ever with me.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

She's my fire, my heat, a bright light in this world.

She's my honor, my oath.

I love her eternal.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

The touch of her hand, a delicate flower trusting me,

I covet her caress and cherish her joy,

As the sun follows the moon,

And the stars fill the sky; bountiful, limitless,

She's captured my soul and stolen my heart,

I was hers forever right from the start...

...She's my Nora.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

She's my fire, my heat, a bright light in this world.

She's my honor, my oath.

I love her eternal.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

I love her eternal.

Nora, Nora, she's my Nora.

Nora.

She's my Nora.