For...
Tulips and lilies!
Said fair maid, and that,
Was what, was asked for.
While my, lovers roses.....
Wilted and their red petals fell.
Apparently not one,for flowers.
Looking at her castle.
Three hundred & two score away
A fiery wintery sunset.....
to end her day.
While all my dreams turn to...
Ash.....
Giajl © Jim Love