I'll dress your lips with lavender that has been grown
Beneath a sun that used to cultivate the weeds,
So when the summer sets and all the birds have flown,
At least our love will grow again amidst the seeds.
And if we get to rainbow's end and find that there
Was never any pots of gold or treasure there,
Then we will breathe the colours of the rainbow's air
And ride the rainbow's slide without a fear or care.
If we should find ourselves upon an angel's cloud,
We'll then survey the flowers that we grew from there;
If every grain we grew is spread throughout the crowd,
Then lavender and rainbows made a fine affair.
Hi, Brenda. It struck me that I don't write enough of these.
2 months ago
Yes it is true wherever the seeds of your poem spread, flowers grow(only you know what I mean)
This is beautiful, Ben, seeing you writing a poem about love.
One of the most beautiful poem ever read.
Words choice, the lines, everything magical.
Three word title, three stanzas, saying those three most beautiful words to someone........