Playground of Love

There's a playground I go too
In the recess of my mind,
With the thoughts of us
I go back in time.

The merry go round is there
It makes my heart spin,
When in the presence of you
It spins faster within.

The monkey bars are webbed
Like a net, covering my heart,
Capturing my existence
That keeps us from being apart.

We may have our ups and downs
Like the see-saw that is there,
But we'll always muddle through
With understanding and care.

There's a huge sand box
With glistening white sand,
It reminds me of that beach
Where we walked hand in hand.

As I sit here on the swing
Going back, to and fro,
I wake from a beautiful dream
To the place I always go.

Nothin' like memories and the old play ground!!
NICELY DONE!!

Aww the playground there is always somethere to play with in our dreams.

Wicked grin of pure delight!

Very nicely done, (((Robert)))!!! I love it!! Thank you for sharing!!

I love the analogy...

Very nice Robert!!

Thank you all for you kind comments...I just played with it in my head last night...and that was the word I've been trying to think of Angel..thanks for saying that. Let's ride the merry go round in an infinite ride.

Nice picture you painted Robert!!

Thank you sweetie...I always try to paint the best way I can.

wonderful, sounds like a playground I'd like to play in...good write as always

Thanks Pammie...I have a swingset...

Very Nice Piece!