I’ll build a bower for my love
And in its shade with her shall live.
A mystic apple tree in bloom
Will thatch our secret lovers’ room,
And climbing roses weave the walls
To scent the air when evening falls.
Here loving spirits will abide
And friendly deities preside.
King Time shall wield no sway nor might
In this our arbour of delight.
Like honeysuckle we’ll entwine
And in pale cups of columbine
Life’s nectar drink and pleasures take
And all our worldly cares forsake.
Our green oasis will conceal
The sweet emotions lovers feel
And be a school for all those arts
That lovers share with kindred hearts.
So come, my Love, and stay with me
Within the bower I build for thee,
And, in this blessed month of May,
All Life’s tomorrows live today.
Category Archives: Love
Red
Red box for letters,
Red lights for stopping,
Red spades for digging,
Red balls for throwing.
Red boots for puddles,
Red kites for flying,
Red clouds at sunset,
Red fruit for picking.
Red eyes from crying,
Red knees from falling,
Red bows for tying,
Red shoes for dancing.
Red cheeks from running,
Red face from fibbing,
Red flames for warming,
Red hearts for loving.
(And “Red wine for Daddy!” says Lucy!)
Lovely things
Oh, what a lovely thing to see,
A magpie in a snowy tree!
Oh, what a lovely thing to smell,
Violets in a mossy dell!
Oh, what a lovely thing to hear,
The sound of church bells loud and clear!
Oh, what a lovely thing to say,
I love you more each passing day!
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
You must be logged in to post a comment.