The Verdant Romantic
Thy verdant romantic picks the petals
Wherefore the lover settles
Modestly asking the true question
Does she love me does she love me not
Come the winter with its cold breeze
Shaking the trees dry of their golden leaves
The birds fly from their autumn perch
In search for that holy church
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
Thy verdant romantic picks the petals
Wherefore the lover settles
Modestly asking the true question
Does she love me does she love me not
Come the winter with its cold breeze
Shaking the trees dry of their golden leaves
The birds fly from their autumn perch
In search for that holy church
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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