Petal to petal, spore to spore
Rumors of love, spread, door to door
Like the sweet scent, of a blooming rose
He courted me, ever so slow
***
How can I say
he has left me He is here
no more The infamy of this truth
I cannot ignore
***
Wherever he went
he returned He came back to me
His fickle virtue is enough
To keep me happy
***
May, he, be in your arms
The one, you adore May
the night of separation
Never knock on your door
***
As he lay his healing palm
On my torrid brow
A feeling of rejuvenation
Reached deep into my soul
