I love your meads, and I love your flowers,
And I love your junkets mainly,
But 'hind the door, I love kissing more,
O look not so disdainly!
I love your meads, and I love your flowers,
And I love your junkets mainly,
But 'hind the door, I love kissing more,
O look not so disdainly!
Shed no tear O, shed no tear The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more O, weep no more Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
So recline
Upon these living flowers.
If in soft slumber thou dost hear my voice,
Oh think how I should love a bed of flowers!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories