My Lotus Flower
With heart hers pure I'd soon become
In love with flower thought as the Sun
Milk white her petals when she does rise
Upon each morn, precious to eyes
My Lotus flower, fragrant is she
Breathe deep her scent upon me
For kiss I shall soft tender lips
As time allows, this earthly gift
She will enfold my soul this night
Freeing again in morning light
The man that sought this flower mine
To have and hold, till the end of time
My Lotus flower has now become
What I will care for, the only one
For upon me does shine the Sun
My Lotus flower, my heart shes won
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