Thine stars do shine about the flowers grow
abound cover you in roses of my love
intricate I desire unknown. I yearn to cite my poem
my ode to you in public:
When you my fairest flower
light green eyes desire
just once could look upon me
my heart would flutterby!
suns would shine perpetually,
sense would wake me,
for you are a dream,
my dearest:
My words, if I could ever be so bold, to say alone,
yet in public, glisten here. I hope you see.
then glisten, for me.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Thine stars do shine about the flowers grow
abound cover you in roses of my love
intricate I desire unknown. I yearn to cite my poem
my ode to you in public:
When you my fairest flower
light green eyes desire
just once could look upon me
my heart would flutterby!
suns would shine perpetually,
sense would wake me,
for you are a dream,
my dearest:
My words, if I could ever be so bold, to say alone,
yet in public, glisten here. I hope you see.
then glisten, for me.
