Isee
If love were a blind dumb beast,
gentle as flowers glow and whispers least
to live and bloom they wilt and go in passions feast
with all this beauty as flowers go
who to pick and how to know
give my heart then the smiles of spring
to enjoy the dance, the touch, the whole wonderful thing
for shadow could possibly bring,
tomorrows end and love bit sting
Yet always is this wish by me
find the flower, I dream to see…….
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