Mingle With the Flowers (Poem)

Allow me once again to drape your floor

With scented peddles of my halcyon herbs

This spray of verse along such beauty’s shore

Tis you my heart so playfully disturbs

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And as my shower lingers please repose

Allow these finger stokes to cleanse all doubt

To air the sounds that makes a blushing rose

For dawn to those who flowered faints not flout

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What bramb‘ling bush has taken hold of me

To pen such thoughts would make the parson sneeze

To dream a seasoned night would set me free

As if your leaves had lost life’s power to tease

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My love let’s stem this wandering vine of ours

And let our passions mingle with the flowers