Oh creature most mannered mild,
In my image styled...

A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed...

Melting rays upon a soothing sea,
As a star sinks once more...

Behold the river as day breaks.
Ebbing its way to mountain lakes...

The snow does not fall like apples from a tree,
It rather enjoys gliding and floating...

Please remove yourself from my mind,
As you have it in an awful muddle...

Fabrication it would be
If a yellow rose be found with me...

I was sat in my cottage when
The sun went down and then...

Daisy, Daisies, why do thou
Occupy the bank beneath the bough...

The morning chill
And the sleepy eyes...

A statement of my intent,
Maybe even a brief entry of a journal...

Miss me while I'm still alive.
While it is still possible to be all the more...