A silent flower beckons me to you
A flower so perfect, in divinity
Created, only by the one who brought us
Heaven's glory here on earth; who yet has
Showered us with beauty and with light.
For you alone of all the flowers known
And yet unknown to man have captured all
My heart. Entirely yours I am, and yet
For all your haunting beauty and your smile,
Which oh-so-gently dares to kiss the world
As does the old, besotted sun, the thought
So tender still remains to steal my sleep:
As lovely you are, in loveliness displayed
Such love will be not mine 'til in my grave I'm laid
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