This rose i picked..
To what blessing do in owe? in remittance of this chord, if weak then strengthen, if stumbling amd astray,then lead the way, for this rose i picked, has grown out of odds.. I never thought worth, nor did i prove best, but to think i possess is sheer, she rose from the blues, and a blue feeling she brought, the blue of belonging and romance... To set sight of her,is pure ecstacy and joy, a talk with her , a simple mutterly response is food for the soul,i wish.... that i should kiss her innocence,.... that would be remedy for restlessness...