Lady's Finger
beneath the ground
life in darkness slumbers
and snowflakes fall
vernal birth
amid death’s icy grip
the sun returns
and lady’s finger
gently stirring tender tip
of melting heart
for love to grow
when we know it
we sow the seed
nurture love and watch it feed
now in my heart
set apart by
the dart and bow
as shot by love in Cupid’s arrow
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