I once cradled a flower in my heart,
watered it with loves gentle rain,
words, like seeds, sow life or pain,
so I cast beams of delightful words,
each syllable light as feather, only for her ears.
Time they say, is a pricey toll,
a currency none can spare,
I spent all of mine in her care.
Nothing comes for free,
but her gaze needed no fee from me,
for all, I could give for free.
I sought to love her as my Lord treasured me,
pure and...