parme flower
Joy comes in the mourning
Sorrow was only in the night
Kisses are so bittersweet from you
Your heart the springtime wind lights
The flower that you are to me
The blossom you have become
Shaking sleep away in portents
Reaching for my love
Softly gentle breeze doth blow
Bedclothes all a rustle
Love for man and love for GOD
Is in this WOMAN
that He fashioned.
