Sweet love of mine
what joy I have
I am most glad
to see you
dressed in pearly white
this full moon night.
Shall we dance, sweet jonquil,
shall we sing quietly
shall the stillness
bring
us through.
The years of tears
are gently taken
to heavens hearth
to rise again,
and fall
with the spring rain,
when time has passed
and our hearts
are lifted with the artistry
of daffodils
blooming
on the grassy hills.
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