An April Valentine
Be my April of sweet showers, and
pierce my March’s drought,
be my April of the cruelest month, and
breed lilacs out of my dead land;
be my April of the recurring beauty, and
babble and strew flowers –
you are Gaia’s beauty
and that’s purpose enough.
A diamond or a daisy,
I want to be yours;
especially as a Fool,
I want to be yours.
Be my April –
won’t you please be mine?
pierce my March’s drought,
be my April of the cruelest month, and
breed lilacs out of my dead land;
be my April of the recurring beauty, and
babble and strew flowers –
you are Gaia’s beauty
and that’s purpose enough.
A diamond or a daisy,
I want to be yours;
especially as a Fool,
I want to be yours.
Be my April –
won’t you please be mine?
scribbled on Friday, March 11, 2005
2 Comments:
i've said it before and i'll say it again. you CAN be a Romantic (with a capital R) poet if you want to! this is one neat poem! you should submit this too =)
over my dead body.
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