Sing like hell, as bees embolden flowers,
powers of your charm demand I bring
spring bouquets and mixed arrangements,
strange events, these fixed estrangements,
change lends tone to bell toll’s golden ring.
Lo, I have so many of your flowers,
showers of affection from your beau,
though you, I concede that it’s true,
do forget to take them with you,
new ones yet appear after you go.
Thieves of sunlight fill the room, these flowers,
hours after petals bloom, day leaves,
grieves me, does the nettled evening,
leaving laughter, gift receiving,
weaving wooing words my heart believes.
Right around me rise these growing flowers,
towers of such glowing, captured light,
quite enraptured, watch them piling,
smiling, why, it’s so beguiling,
whiling till I come to you this night.