Thy flower shall rest in my grasp
And I shall kiss it’s yellow leaf
And thou shall feel my love
And rob me of my heart, a thief
Thy flower shines but in the moonlight
For the sun could deal its glory not
And the moon, how pretty the cool blows
When a sun deals of discomfort too lot
Thy flower tis a blessing onto my and thy mortal souls
For when miles spread between our bodies
Tis a bridge to call my and thyself home