The Gift.
I will give to you a flower
But wait until it blooms
'til the colours take the shadows
From all our vacant rooms
Do not let it dry between the pages
Of a book upon a shelf
Or let it droop to drink the air
From a jug of china delf
Wear it in your hair
Reflections mirrored in your dress
And the pattern of our love
To your red red lips I'll press
Let the perfume of the moment
And true loves garment
Become our clothes
It shall conquer the grey bricks
Of loneliness
With a rose.
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