To flowers that, in springtime
Bud,
Would that I could
By this rhyme,
Spoken
By me,
Cause thee
To open.
But thine sweet scent,
Would soon be spent.
To flowers that, in springtime
Bud,
Would that I could
By this rhyme,
Spoken
By me,
Cause thee
To open.
But thine sweet scent,
Would soon be spent.
Sadly beautiful Kevin. So much expressed in so few words. I find this deeply emotional.
Thank you for your lovely and heartfelt comment, Lorraine. Best wishes, Kevin