Forgive me, Day,
for harassing your flowers
with my ever so hungry eyes.
They flaunt their beauty
only in your presence,
so, I was caught quite by surprise.
Must you keep them to yourself?
Must they only be yours?
Or would it give you a fright,
to let them flirt and sway all day
and then allow them to dance at night?
Oh, if only they could.
They smile so sweetly at the grass.
Dreamily, they lift their eyes to the sky.
Forgive me for harassing your flowers, Day;
but at dusk, I make them mine.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
Forgive me, Day,
for harassing your flowers
with my ever so hungry eyes.
They flaunt their beauty
only in your presence,
so, I was caught quite by surprise.
Must you keep them to yourself?
Must they only be yours?
Or would it give you a fright,
to let them flirt and sway all day
and then allow them to dance at night?
Oh, if only they could.
They smile so sweetly at the grass.
Dreamily, they lift their eyes to the sky.
Forgive me for harassing your flowers, Day;
but at dusk, I make them mine.
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