Friday, January 5, 2018

Basket of flowers

As in  thou I find all
That I dreamt and wrote
How thy arrival fills me
With verses in my throat,
And I think of thee
As that woman true
Who can say easily
You are my beau,

Thy basket of fruits and flowers
Brings all the beauty of spring
Thy arrival how gives me more
Life's beautiful meaning,

And being so in love of thee
How I go on floating
How by thy grace O belle
I just go on singing.

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