Oh that I could strip all false pretence
From the words as ably as he,
That I could not only write but express
Not what was in my mind but in your heart.
Oh that I could walk within the garden
And see what grew there as simply flowers
To be given in youth or passed over
When the beauty was dried and withered away
Not as something useless but still worthy
Of time to recognize it as a life,
That it in passing brings life to my words.
Oh, if this I could do in words as he.
But nay, the best that I could hope to do
Is plant a seed and pray it sets a bloom.
oh that I could write as you. This is rich...and I feel just like the ending lines....pray for the blooming....but you already have! :)
A man could do a lot worse than planting flowers....
Jessica