|
By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.14.14.19.24285]] |
|
If I had a bucket of perfect, white daisies, I would set them at your door. If you were standing waiting, I would give touch, so softly with my kiss. If we could go walking all day, I would share a thousand dreams. I cannot bring you daisies, nor can I ever dream to kiss, so I will make each memory of you the crisp petal I lack. |