Queen Anne's Lace

I want to feel your sweet embrace,
Your pure, pale skin, my Queen Anne's lace.
I want to feel your warm, soft face,
See your eyes that sparkle like outer space.

It has been forever since I've seen you last,
But all my errors are deep in the past.
Long, long gone, so I thought I'd ask,
If you, my sweet cherry, would take me back.

So let's replant this seed and let it grow,
Into a luscious tree, with branches reaching low.
We'll climb to the top and gaze below,
Shot by the arrow from Cupid's bow.